to him. She was baking little cakes for tea and making up a song.
"This yere black cat is a hard cat to beat,
(hummed Susannah)
Yas-sir, yas-sir, jiggamoree "
(hummed Susannah)
Yas-sir, yas-sir, jiggamoree "
The cakes smelled delicious. She put them on the table and began to stir the frosting in a yellow bowl.
"He's the fightingest cat what lives on our street,
Yas-sir, yas-sir, jiggamoree "
Yas-sir, yas-sir, jiggamoree "
The Cat mewed for milk, but Susannah went on stirring and singing:
"But a one-eyed cat down Alabamy way, :Yas-sir, yas-sir, jiggamoree,
Could make him look like a li'l' wisp oh hay
Yas-sir, yas-sir, jiggamoree!"
Could make him look like a li'l' wisp oh hay
Yas-sir, yas-sir, jiggamoree!"