Now then, Anansi go back to Mr. Mighty an’ tol’ him that there is a man coming to the ball wearing a suit of sheep-skin clo’es,—dat is the man who steal the sheep.
Mr. Mighty give out invitation to all the high folks, all the ladies and gentlemen all aroun’, to attend the ball at that same date. The night of the ball, Anansi went with his fiddle an’ Tiger with his tambourine in the suit of sheep-skin clo’es. At the time fix, Anansi tune up his fiddle, ‘he-rum, te-rum, she-rum.’ Tiger now trim the tambourine, ‘ring-ping, ring-ping, ring-pong, pe-ring-ping, double-ping, tong!’ Anansi says, “Gentlemen an’ ladies, ketch yo’ pardner!” Anansi play,
“Mr. Mighty loss him sheep,
Mr. Mighty loss him sheep,
Mr. Mighty loss him sheep,
It stan’ lik’ a Tiger t’iefee.”
Tiger say,
“Fe tre-ew, bredder, fe tre-ew,
Fe tre-ew, bredder, fe tre-ew,
Fe tre-ew, bredder, fe tre-ew,