The Fire Ant Stomp

When I be out cuttin mye graiss befo, Duh Lawd gimmie a sign. Least ways iffin hit wus not duh Lawd Maybe sumpthin else, cause Duh Lawd He don’t want no body usin His name fur a laiff. So I be starten ovuh hyar, wif mye tell. When I do be out cuttin mye graiss befo, sumpthin gimmie a sign. Quick as a jack rabbit wid one hine laig I be done named a new daince. Hit be duh far aint stomp. Yessuhree, I fount myeseff ankle deep in far aints on duh inside mye paints. Knee deep in them thangs on duh outside. Whachoo gonna do widdum? Well, I commenced to stomp thet laig. Hit felt so good I commenced to stomp t’other jus out of puor delyt. First thang I knowed, I had stompt down a whole row uv Dixie Lee Pees (sp?) and twenny hills of peenuts (sp?) People allus sez thet duh laist time whut dey gots bit bye a far aint Hit bees duh wussest bite ever and dey allus say thet hit bees duh biggest, baddest far aint whut evuh lived. Annen dey turns around five minits later Adder dey done squshed dat biggest, baddest, far aint whut evuh lived. And don’t choo know dey gits bit by one meaner, badder, an bigger. When I gits restid up by toomar I’ll be puttin’ on a liddle music sumwhir out of site of mye wife and I’ll see iffin I caint rermember how to do thet stomp. 23 aug 2010 For Paula's "Poetry's sake" contest