BRER RABBIT’S FLYING TRIP
Dar once wuz a time when most er de creeturs
Got mighty tired er Brer Rabbit’s capers,
An’ dey ’semble’, dey did, grass an’ meat eaters.
Browsers an’ grazers, an’ likewiss de bone-scrapers,
Fer ter see what dey kin do.
Brer B’ar wuz dar, wid his bid fur suit on,
An’ ol’ Brer Wolf fetched his big howl along,
An’ when eve’ything wuz ready, wid a long, loud hoot on,
Here come ol’ Simon Swamp Owl along,
A-tootin’ of his too-whoo.
Dar wuz ol’ Brer Fox, suh, wid his black socks, suh,
An’ a heap er creeturs dat I don’t hatter mention;
Some bow-legged an’ some knock-kneed in de hocks, suh.
An’ dey all agree fer ter hol’ a convention
Fer ter stop Brer Rabbit’s pranks.
Brer Fox, he ’low he’ll gi’ a pot er gol’, suh,
Ter de man what kin tol Brer Rabbit off, suh;
Brer Buzzard say, “I’m a-gittin’ ol’, suh,
But I’ll try my han,” an’ den he cough, suh.
An’ de rest un um bowed dere thanks.
Now, ol’ Brer B’ar wuz a-settin’ in de cheer, suh,
So he stand up an’ move a motion;
He up an’ ’low, “Le’s erso’v right here, suh,
Fer ter thank Brer Buzzard whiles we’re in de notion,
An’ not put it off ter some yuther day.”
An’ den dey had it up an’ down, suh,
’Sputin’ ’bout what dey oughter do,
Some wanter gi’ ’im a flower crown, suh,
Ef he rid Brer Rabbit up dar in de blue,
An’ drap ’im when he got half-way.