From “Peter-birds” to larks an’ card’nals,
An’ sparrers brown ez crullers.
Sa’, jevver hear o’ “cats”? I’ve saw ’em
Git ketched in that thar crick;
I’d tell ye haow ’f I knowed ye’d b’lieve me—
They dew it awful slick.
Yew jes’ wade in—not seein’ nothin’,
’Cos all the water’s yaller—
An’ then ye feel in ’raound the mud-holes
Whar ’t’s nice an’ warm an’ shaller.