Louse an’ Dog-flea have a quarrel. Dog-flea, he said, “Brar Louse, when
him ketchin’ yo’ a head, how you manage?” Louse said, “Brar, me gwine a
knot knot.” Louse said to Dog-flea, say, “Brar, when him ketchin’ you,
how you manage?” Dog-flea said, “Me gwine a seam in.” Dog-flea said,
“Den, Louse, when dem a comb you, whe’ you go?” Louse said, “I lie down
flat ’pon de meat.” Louse said to Dog-flea, “Den, Brar, when dem dip a
hot water how you manage? Dog-flea say, “Come, come, sah, dat don’t fe
yo’ business!” So de quarrel end.