Thet cuss begun ter ram around an’ beller
Like he was givin’ birth t’ a pair o’ twins,
A thing no or’nary mule aint s’posed ter dew.
An’ then ’e up an’ kicked the barn door out,
Le’pt over coupla gates an’ started off
Like them thar Gadarenian swine yew’ve heerd
About in Scriptur’. Reck’n he’s runnin’ yit,
Leastways we never seen ’im ar’terwards.
Wal, I begun ter color up, until
I looked some ’ut like summer crook-necks dew