Poetry Archives

(A Warning)


‘Simmons ripenin’ in de fall,
You better run,
Brudder ‘Possum, run!
Mockin’ bird commence to call,
You better run, Brudder ‘Possum, git out de way!
You better run, Brudder ‘Possum, git out de way!
Run some whar an’ hide!
Ole moon am sinkin’
Down behin’ de tree.
Ole Eph am thinkin’
An’ chuckelin’ wid glee.
Ole Tige am blinkin’
An’ frisky as kin be,
Yo’ chances, Brudder ‘Possum,
Look mighty slim to me.

Run, run, run, I tell you,
Run, Brudder ‘Possum, run!
Run, run, run, I tell you,
Ole Eph’s got a gun.
Pickaninnies grinnin’
Waitin’ fu’ to see de fun.
You better run, Brudder ‘Possum, git out de way!
Run, Brudder ‘Possum, run!

Brudder ‘Possum take a tip;
You better run,
Brudder ‘Possum, run!
’Tain’t no use in actin’ flip,
You better run, Brudder ‘Possum, git out de way!
You better run, Brudder ‘Possum, git out de way!
Run some whar an’ hide.
Dey’s gwine to houn’ you
All along de line,
W’en dey done foun’ you,
Den what’s de use in sighin’?
Wid taters roun’ you.
You sholy would tase fine—
So listen, Brudder ‘Possum,
You better be a-flyin’.

Run, run, run, I tell you,
Run, Brudder ‘Possum, run!
Run, run, run, I tell you,
Ole Eph’s got a gun.
Pickaninnies grinnin’
Waitin’ fu’ to see de fun.
You better run, Brudder ‘Possum, git out de way!
Run, Brudder ‘Possum, run!