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 cotton-tail 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.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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