Harmonium (Stevens)/The Jack Rabbit
The Jack-Rabbit
In the morning, The jack-rabbit sang to the Arkansaw. He carolled in caracoles On the feat sandbars.
The black man said, "Now, grandmother, Crochet me this buzzard On your winding-sheet, And do not forget his wry neck After the winter."
The black man said, "Look out, O caroller, The entrails of the buzzard Are rattling."