Yew
never heerd me tell
About
thet monster? Well!
He
wuz the biggest one
I
ever seen, I swun!
When
I describe his eyes
I
can’t believe my eyes;
An’
I don’t ‘spect thet yew
Will
skurcely b’lieve it, tew.
Daown
Lizzard Crick one day
I
fished an’ fished away,
An’
here I wanter state
I
hed the proper bait,
An’
ev’rything wuz clear,
My
head an’ hands an’ gear,
When
I felt, off the bank,
A
most tremenjus yank.
My
cork went out uv sight,
My
pole bent double quite;
The
Crick she b’iled an’ b’iled,
An’
got all riled an’ riled.
I
straightened like a bull,
An’
fetched a mighty pull,
An’
would yew b’lieve it, say,
He
– well, he got away.
Oct.
8, ‘06
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