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Title: Br'er Rabbit In De Bresh Pile
Author: Everard Jack Appleton [
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Br'er Rabbit sorter snoozin' in de Big Bresh Pile,
Years laid back an' pink eyes shet up tight,
Snow a-layin' deep an' gittin' deeper all de while--
Br'er Rabbit glad dat he is outer sight.
Pretty soon he hear a noise--dat's Br'er Fox, he know,
Gropin' th'ough de quiet woods, out in de cold an' snow;
"Is dat you, Br'er Rab?" he say--but Br'er Rab lay low
An' never let on dat he heerd him right.
"Come out an' take a little stroll," seys Br'er Fox, seys he,
Sniffin' at de bresh pile an' walkin' all aroun';
"Much obleeged," seys Br'er Rab; "but dis will do fer me--
Hate ter walk when snow is on de groun'."
"Woods is lookin' pretty," says Br'er Fox; "de sun
Is shinin' jest like diamon's--come on, and have some fun!"
"Hafter thank you kindly, but my diamon' days is done,"
Seys Br'er Rab, "dey huhts my eyes, I foun'."
Br'er Fox, he lick he chops, an' set down where he at
(Gotter git some plan to bring him out);
Den he say, "Dere's lettuce here--make you nice an' fat!"
But Br'er Rab lay back he haid an' shout:
"Oh, Br'er Fox, you surely is a liar--dat you is;
De lettuce days is done gone by--an' all de leaves is friz;
You'll hafter try anudder way--mah name is Leery Liz!"
(Ol' Br'er Rabbit slangy, widdout doubt!)
"Dar comes a man!" seys Br'er Fox; "he gotter dog an' gun!
Br'er Rab, you better come wid me!"
"Ef dat is true," seys Br'er Rab, "you orter jump an' run--
He gwine t' shoot when youah red haid he see!"
"I got a better house dan dis," seys Br'er Fox; "come on
And live wid me--I treat you well--de man and dog is gone!"
"An' s'ply you wid fresh meat? Oh, no, I hasn't jest bin bawn,"
Seys Br'er Rab; "you make me laff," seys he.
Den Br'er Fox, he slink away, and bahk like he was sad,
An' Br'er Rab, he shake he sides wid laffin'--ain't he bad?
He small, but still, he gotter mind--an' jest fer dat he glad--
Ol' Br'er Rabbit, in de Big Bresh Pile!
[The end]
Everard Jack Appleton's poem: Br'er Rabbit In De Bresh Pile
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