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A BITIN' CHICKEN.
“Har, yo' brack rascal, look under dat tub,
Whar did yo' git dat young chicken yo' cub?
Whar did he cum' frum? Yo' tell me right quick!
Stealin' an' eatin' will make us bo'f sick.
Whar did yo' git dat young chicken yo' cub?
Whar did he cum' frum? Yo' tell me right quick!
Stealin' an' eatin' will make us bo'f sick.
“Long hab I libed an' no chickens hab stole;
Tell me, yo' rascal, no lies must be tole.”
“Well, my dear mudder,” dat chicken's toe blame;
I took de chicken, an' yo'd done de same.
Tell me, yo' rascal, no lies must be tole.”
“Well, my dear mudder,” dat chicken's toe blame;
I took de chicken, an' yo'd done de same.
“Now jist suppose dat yo' cum' down de street,
An' dat dar shanghigh bit yo' in de feet;
Wouldn't yo' eat him an' teach him to know
Fo' to respect dis har berry sore toe?”
An' dat dar shanghigh bit yo' in de feet;
Wouldn't yo' eat him an' teach him to know
Fo' to respect dis har berry sore toe?”
“Well, I 'spect likely dat I'd done de same,
Now dat I know dat de chicken's to blame.
An' since he's bit yo', we'll bite him in turn,
An' dat smart shanghigh a lesson will learn.”
Now dat I know dat de chicken's to blame.
An' since he's bit yo', we'll bite him in turn,
An' dat smart shanghigh a lesson will learn.”
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