My Aunt Polly likes her cat er-nough sight better'n me, 'n'
Keeps a-coddlin' it 'ith cream 'n' sometimes catnip tea.
Seen some tracks behin' ther shed, an' nen I sez, sez I,
"I'll catch yer, Mister Cotton-Tail, to make a rabbit pie;"
So me'n' Tommy Baker found er empty cracker box;
Thought we'd hev it big er-nough fer fear he wuz er fox,
An' nen we propped ther cover up 'n' fixed it 'ith a spring
'At shut it suddin' 'ith a bang ez tight ez anything.