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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. "