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 CLOD AND THE PEBBLE, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE TO MY HONOURED FRIEND DR. CHARLETON by JOHN DRYDEN PROMETHEUS BOUND: PROMETHEUS IN THE EARTHQUAKE by AESCHYLUS PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 67. AS-SAMAD by EDWIN ARNOLD LIE-AWAKE SONGS: 1 by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR CONDOLATORY ADDRESS TO SARAH, COUNTESS OF JERSEY by GEORGE GORDON BYRON TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. THE MOTHER TO HER DAUGHTER by EDWARD CARPENTER |