Thought we'd hev it big er-nough fer fear he wuz er fox,
An' nen we propped ther cover up 'n' fixed it 'ith a spring
'At shut it suddin' 'ith a bang ez tight ez anything.
III.
We cut er fresh green carrot top 'n' put it in fer bait,
Wuz both so sure we'd ketch him 'at we couldn't hardly wait;
Pounded in some stakes each side 'n' made it good 'n' stout;
If Mister Cotton-Tail got in he never could get out.
Tom staid 'ith me till mornin', an' almos' 'fore it wuz light
We run behin' ther shed 'n' foun' our trap all shet up tight;