Dey sont a runner atter ol’ Brer Rabbit
Ter ax ’im ter call an’ ’ten’ de convention;
But ol’ frien’ Wobble-nose had a quare habit
Er knowin’ a thing befo’ it wuz mention’,
An he come ’fo’ he got de word.
He wiggle his nose, an’ wunk his eye—
“Here sho is de man I wants ter see, suh!
Brer Buzzard I’m tryin’ ter l’arn how ter fly!”
An’ c’ose Brer Buzzard gi’ his agree, suh,
An’ all un um say he’s a ’commydatin’ bird!
An’ den Brer Buzzard half spread his wing, suh
He try ter look young, but he wuz ol’ suh—
He try ter strut an’ walk wid a swing, suh;
He wuz dreamin’ ’bout dat pot er gol’, suh,
An’ what he wuz gwine fer ter buy.
Brer Buzzard ain’t skacely got thoo wid his pride, suh,
’Fo’ Brer Rabbit lit right ’tween his floppers,
Wid, “Now, hump yo’se’f, an’ gi’ me a ride, suh,
Ef you don’t I’ll hit—I’ll hit you some whoppers
When I git you up dar in de sky!”
Well, de creeturs grinned when Brer Buzzard riz, suh.
An’ made a big fuss accordin’ ter der natur’;
Ez fer ol’ Brer Rabbit, de pleasure wuz all his, suh
De ridin’ wuz easy ez eatin’ tater
When it’s b’iled an’ made inter pie!
Kaze under bofe wings he had a paw, suh,
An’, when Brer Buzzard try fer ter drap ’im.
He’d scratch an’ tickle ’im wid his claw, suh;
An’ when Brer Buzzard try fer ter flap ’im,
He’d scratch an’ wink his eye!
