c-r-e-e-p-i-n

Updated: May 13, 2025

There was pop in his rubber boots a creepin' along a c-r-e-e-p-i-n' along as sly as a mouse toward 'em, and there they stayed. The male bird he fluttered and' squawked, and the female she stuck to the nest till pop he got right up and he didn't even have to shoot her. He just clubbed her over the back and down she went ker-splash as dead as you please.

Virginia Sharpe Patterson - Dickey Downy: The Autobiography of a Bird