Huh uh! dis mus' be a donky; look how innercent he 'pears!
Dah's de ole black swan a-swimmin', ain't she got a' awfu' neck?
Who's dis feller dat's a-comin'? why, dat's ole dog Tray I 'spec!"
Dat's de way I run on, tryin' fer to please 'em all I can;
Den I hollahs, "Now be keerful, dis hyeah las' 's de buga-man!"
An' dey runs an' hides dey faces; dey ain't skeered—dey's lettin' on,
But de play ain't raaly ovah twell dat buga-man is gone.
So I jes' takes up my banjo an' I plays a little chune,
An' you see dem hai'ds come peepin' out to listen mighty soon.
Den my wife say, "Sich a pappy fer to give you sich a fright!