jo-reeter

Updated: August 25, 2026

The boy asked a hundred questions, but still his curiosity was not satisfied. All this time the birds were singing in the trees and the wood-sawyers sawing in the pine logs. Jo-reeter, jo-reeter, jo-ree! sang the birds. Craik, craik, craik, went the wood-sawyers. "There are fifty dozen of them," said Buster John. "Fifty-five thousand you'd better say," replied Sweetest Susan. "Just listen!"

Joel Chandler Harris - Little Mr. Thimblefinger and His Queer Country