She was pawin’ a tree when we seen ’er at last,
A-yelpin’ an’ whinin’ jessif she’s possessed.
’T was a gum, thick an’ solid, an’ big ez a mast,
An’ ’fore I could speak Bill was down tew ’is vest.
Some chopper is Bill, an’ I sure never seen
A tree cut cleaner—nor ha’f ez clean.
All shiny an’ white like a human kid
Thet ’possum looked when we hauled ’er out!
I felt like ’t was murder, I suttenly did,
But Bill ’e sez, “Now, keep a eye on ’er snout;