An' de nex' day dey gin de feas'; an' wile Nancy Jane O wuz er eatin'
an' er stuffun' herse'f wid wums an' seeds, an' one thing er nudder,
de blue jay he slope up behin' 'er, an' tied 'er fas' ter er little
bush. An' dey all laft an' flopped dey wings; an' sez dey, 'Good-bye
ter yer, Sis Nancy Jane O. I hope yer'll enjoy yerse'f,' sez dey; an'
den dey riz up an' stretched out dey wings, an' away dey flewed.
"Wen Po' Nancy Jane O seed de trick wat dey played her, she couldn'
hardly stan' still, she wuz so mad; an' she pulled an' she jerked an'
she stretched ter git er loose, but de string wuz so strong, an' de
bush wuz so fum, she wuz jes er was'en 'er strengt'. An' den she sot
down, an' she 'gun ter cry ter herse'f, an' ter sing,
"'Please on-tie, please on-tie Po' Nancy Jane O!
Please on-tie, please on-tie Po' Nancy Jane O!'
An' atter er wile hyear come de ole bullfrog Pigunawaya. He sez ter
hisse'f, sezee, 'Wat's dat I hyear? Den he lis'en, an' he hyear sump'n
gwine,
"'Please on-tie, please on-tie Po' Nancy Jane O!'
an' he went whar he hyeard de soun', an' dar wuz de po' bird layin'
down all tied ter de bush.
"'Umph!' says Pigunawaya, sezee, 'ain't dis Nancy Jane O, de
swif'es'-flyin' bird dey is?' sezee; 'wat ail 'long yer, chile? wat
yer cryin' 'bout?' An' atter Nancy Jane O she up an' tol' 'im, den de
frog sez:
"'Now look er yer; I wuz er gwine myse'f ter see ef'n I could'n git
dat gol'-stone; hit's true I don't stan' much showin' 'long o' birds,
but den ef'n eber I gits dar, wy I kin jes jump right in an' fotch up
de stone wile de birds is er waitin' fur de crick ter run down.
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