Da code wind blowed hard outside da hut.
He'n drankin all his grog an, feelin good, t'was time for the sleepin'.
But firse, he'n had to piss.
Out side, he'd have to face da damn wind.
and dose dogs what skins made up da hut,
He eyed the huney bucket in da corner,
but new the growing thing out dare needed his waterin.
He'n picked up da rusty ole scythe what done,capitated dem dogs before.
Door flew open, when he offlocked it.
Dare she was, twunney feet away, her fruits swayin in da wind.
Them magic globes that made the sugar for the grog.
He's walked slow, holden him's own on the wind.
Dem dogs howled out of seein', but very close.
Dogs had nothin to know for the sweet tree and the pee.
He'n stood at her roots, dropped his trouw and peed free.
Dogs watched 'im but, he put a hand on the scythe.
Dogs jus wanna eat a mans leg, dats it, ain't got no civiled.