by Anonymous skunk I hunt de bear, I hunt de moose, An' sometam hunt de rat; Las' week I take ma hax an' go For hunt a skonk polecat. Ma fren' Beel say he's ver' fine fur, An' sametam good to heat; I tell ma wife I get fur coat, Sametam I get some meat. I walk 'bout three, five, six mile, An' then I feel strong smell— Tink mebbe that dam skonk she die An' fur coat gone to hell. Purrsoon bime-by I see that skonk Close up by one beeg tree; I sneek up ver' close behin', I tink he no see me. Bime-by I'm ver', ver' close, I raise ma hax up high, Dat goddam skonk he up an' plunk— T'row something in my eye. Oh, Sacre Bleu! I tink I blin'; Jees Chris! I cannot see; I run roun' an' roun' an' roun' 'Till I bump in goddam tree. Bime-by I drop ma hax away An' light out for de shack, I tink 'bout million skonk He clim' up on ma back. Ma wife she meet at de door, She sic on me de dog; She say, "You no sleep here tonight, Go out an' sleep with hog." I try to get in that pig-pen, Jees Christ! now what you tink? Dat goddam hog no stan' for that On 'count of awful stink. No more I go for hunt de skonk To get his fur an' meat; For if his peese he smell so bad; Jees Chris! what if he sheet!
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