DE sun hit shine an' de win' hit blow, br Ol' Brer Rabbit be a-layin' low, br He know dat de wintah time a-comin', br De huntah man he walk an' wait, br He walk right by Brer Rabbit's gate — br He know — br De dog he lick his sliverin' chop, br An' he tongue 'gin' his mouf go flop, flop— br He — br He rub his nose fu' to clah his scent br So's to tell w'ich way dat cotton-tail went, br He — br De huntah's wife she set an' spin br A good wahm coat fu' to wrop him in br She — br She look at de skillet an' she smile, oh my! br An' ol' Brer Rabbit got to sholy fly. br Dey know.