You wun't frighten me not wuth a cent.," sez Ole Man Crow.
"I ain't gwine nowhere skasely; I'll be busy near dis rail.
You wun't tempt me wid de butter—or der powder—on yo' tail.
Good-bye, Brer Fox, take keer yo' cloze,
For dis is de way de worril goes;
Some goes up en some goes down.
You'll get ter de bottom all safe en soun'!
I'll watch yo' 'strategy' wid int'rest, now en den,
En—well, I'll try ter look, des as frightened as I ken!"