I'm jomp oop on ma feet ver' queek an' pull two, t'ree tam on de leetle rope, an' de las' tam I'm pull so hard she bre'k in two.
Trouble come bisitin' wey you lif; 'e mekky you' side puff; 'e mekky you' bre't' come so.'
Sur-re, they'll ketch up to us, befoor we git foive moile—we've got to bre'k thr-rail, an' they'll folly along in ut.
Like the Reynard tales, those of bre'r Rabbit are best inserted here and there throughout the year and not read in a mass.
It nearly took me bre'th away t'inkin' uv it, an' I ain't got over it yet.