Brar Fowl, I mak you plan’ a groun’!
Cro-co-ty!”
So one day when Fowl go out, he go half way an’ put down de plant an’ dodge him. Cockroach tak him fiddle an’ play again, [[62]]
“Brar Fowl, I mak you plan’ a groun’!
Cro-co-ty.
Brar Fowl, I mak you plan’ a groun’!
Cro-co-ty.”
An’ Fowl run in an’ pick him up an’ swaller him, an’ from dat day, Cockroach, if he ever so drunk, won’t walk a fowl yard.