(I seen Bill’s face was like a chunk o’ flint
Ez ’e chased Willie down t’ the crick!)
The telephone was crazy—jes’ made clicks;
The flies was thicker ’n ’Gypshun plaigs;
The kitchen door was off an’ wouldn’t fix,
An’ suthin’ sucked all Laury’s aigs.
Then pink-eye ketched the heffers an’ the ca’ves,
An’ some the critters lost the’r sight;
Fer fear yew’ll think thet things was goin’ by ha’ves,
The lightnin’ hit the barn one night