Say, yew’d orter heerd ’em gruntin’ an’ a-crunchin’
An’ a-munchin’,
Jessif nuthin’ ever mattered in their creed
’Ceptin’ feed.
An’ the pidjuns was a-cooin’ quite aloof
On the roof;
Thar was hosses, thar was heffers, thar was steers,
Chanticleers,
Perky hens, an’ turkey cocks, an’, ’pon my word,
Ev’ry bird