DE sun hit shine an' de win' hit blow, Ol' Brer Rabbit be a-layin' low, He know dat de wintah time a-comin', De huntah man he walk an' wait, He walk right by Brer Rabbit's gate -- He know -- De dog he lick his sliverin' chop, An' he tongue 'gin' his mouf go flop, flop -- He -- He rub his nose fu' to clah his scent So's to tell w'ich way dat cottontail went, He -- De huntah's wife she set an' spin A good wahm coat fu' to wrop him in She -- She look at de skillet an' she smile, oh my! An' ol' Brer Rabbit got to sholy fly. Dey know. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE AEOLIAN HARP; AT THE SURF INN by HERMAN MELVILLE THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 50. WILLOWWOOD (2) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI VARIUM ET MUTABILE by THOMAS WYATT SONG OF YOUTH by LULU PIPER AIKEN THE PLEASURES OF IMAGINATION: BOOK 3 by MARK AKENSIDE THE ARGONAUTS (ARGONATUICA): MEDEA BETRAYED by APOLLONIUS RHODIUS INTROSPECTION by GEORGE ARNOLD HON. MR. SUCKLETHUMBKIN'S STORY: THE EXECUTION; A SPORTING ANECDOTE by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |