JIM.
Sho is. (Music of the guitar increases in volume. DAVE shuffles a few steps and the two begin to sing.)
JIM: Rabbit on the log.
I ain’t got no dog.
How am I gonna git him?
God knows.
DAVE:
Rabbit on the log.
Ain’t got no dog.
Shoot him with my rifle
Bam! Bam!
(Some of the villagers join in song and others get up and march around the porch in time with the music. BOOTSIE and TEETS re-enter, TEETS sticking her letter down the neck of her blouse. JOE LINDSAY grabs TEETS and WALTER THOMAS grabs BOOTSIE. There is dancing, treating and general jollification. Little children dance the parse-me-la. The music fills the air just as the sun begins to go down. Enter DAISY TAYLOR coming down the road toward the store.)
CLARK.
(Bawls out from the store porch) I God, there’s Daisy again.
(Most of the dancing stops, the music slows down and then stops completely. DAVE and JIM greet DAISY casually as she approaches the porch.)
JIM.
Well, Daisy, we knows you, too.
DAVE.
Gal, youse jus’ as pretty as a speckled pup.
DAISY.
(Giggling) I see you two boys always playin’and singin’ together. That music sounded right good floating down the road.
JIM.
Yeah, child, we’se been playin’for the white folks all week. We’se playin’for the colored now.