DEY wunce wuz er time which I gwineter tell you 'bout it -- An' it's easy ter believe it sho'ly ez it is ter doubt it! -- So des you pick yer "ruthers" whilse I tell how ole Br'er Rabbit Wunce know de time when he git de fightin' habit. Co'se he ain't no bragger, des a-rippin' an' a-rarin' An' a-darin' all de beestus an' a-des a-double-darin' Sich ez Mr. Jonus Lion, er Sir Mr. Twister Tagger, Er Sister Hisstopottomus, er A'nt Ferjinny Ja'gger! Yit, des de same, he layin' low an' know he got de muscle What sho' ter s'prise mos' any size what crowd 'im fer a tussle. -- But speshully he 'spise de @3Dawg,@1 an' sight er one des make 'im Fergit hisse'f an' run 'em down an' grab 'em up an' shake 'em! -- An', mo' 'n dat, ef 'twuzn't fer de dawg-law den ag'in it, He'd des a-kilt off ev'y Dawg dat's chasin' him dis minute! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BARD; A PINDARIC ODE by THOMAS GRAY THE COWBOY'S DANCE SONG by JAMES BARTON ADAMS THE BLUEBIRD by WILLIAM P. ALEXANDER TWELVE SONNETS: 5. GLAD SEASONS by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) PSALM 83 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 6 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH IN GOD'S ACRE by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |