A lot o’ smoke right towards ’is empty cheer—
An’ kind o’ choky sez: “I s’pose yew think
Yew’ve sized me up correc’. I’ll tell ye suthin’:
Yew do’ know no more ’n nuthin’ what yer sayin’;
A rabbit knows more ’bout terbacker ’n yew
Compared ter me.” “W’y, Bill, I never seen
Ye smoke,” I sez, “nor chaw, in all these years.”
“Wal, that don’t mean,” he sez, “’t I never did.
When I was a young feller, I begun
Ter smoke an’ chaw like all the other han’s,