No reel intent o’ goin’ a-spookin’.
“No, tell me, Bill,” I sez, an’ shivered some.
“Wal, this tall yaller stalk ri’t here
He sez the dice was loaded from the start,
Thet ol’ Ma Nacher holds life dear
Jest ez a whole; thet individyools aint
No more account then knot-holes is.
We plug ter drink o’ life ez deep ’s we kin,
But what we git is mos’ly fizz.”