Sam Leck: Bubber, where you been?
Boy: I been back in de woods wid my tap-stick, trying to kill a jay-bird.
Sam Leck: You ain't want kill no jay-bird, ain't you know jay-bird bad luck to kill?
Voice: Tell us about it, Leck?
Sam Leck: Jay-bird is a mighty busy bird. When you see him in dis worl' he here fer rest and fer git wood. Every Friday jay- bird fly to hell and carry wood fer de devil. If it ain't been fer jay-bird dey ain't been no room in hell fer sinners. Jay-bird keeps de fires of hell burnin', and you know he totes a heep of wood as sinful as dis worl' is. No Bubber, you ain't want kill no jay-bird. It is bad luck! It is bad luck! Is you hear how stressful jay-bird holler? Is you know wuh make he holler' stressful? Case he see so much stressful sights. When jay-bird fly to hell atter he t'row he wood on de fire he fly up on de high rocks and rest he-self, an' pleasure he-self, lookin' down on de burnin' sinners, set and laugh, and make game. Jay-bird like a man wid blood on he hans'. Dey ain't no rest fer him. Man got blood on he hans', jay-bird got blood in he heart. Jay- bird a 'stressful bird an' he see some 'stressful sights. No Bubber, don't kill no jay-bird! Don't kill no jay-bird, fer it's bad luck.
Jay-bird is a 'stressful bird, an' he see some 'stressful sights. He see some 'stressful sights.