"Dat's de cretor's music, an' dem's de cretor's capers," replied Burl.
Just look up yonder, Burl, and see how the crows have gone to fighting.
Burl a-plowin' in de fiel', A-singin' fur de roasin'-ear to come.
Burl a-plowin' in de fiel', A-singin' fur de johnny-cake to come.
Therefore did the magnanimous Burl dismantle himself at once.
But Burl's thoughts were now not ...