Hillbilly Hare
1950
(singing) Bugs Bunny: Promenade across the floor, sashay right on out the door; out the door and into the glade, and everybody promenade. Step right up you're doin' fine, I'll pull your beard you pull mine; yank it again like you did before, break it up with a tug of war. Now into the creek and fish for the trout, dive right in and splash about; trout trout pretty little trout, one more splash and come right out. Shake like a hound dog shake again, wallow around in the old pig pen; wallow some more you all know how, roll around like an old fat sow. Allemande left with your left hand, follow through with a right and left grand; now lead your partner the dirty old thing, follow through with an elbow swing. Grab a fencepost hold it tight, whomp your partner with all your might; hit him in the shin hit him in the head, hit him again the critter ain't dead. Whop him low and whop him high, stick your finger in his eye; purty little rhythm purty little sound, bang your heads against the ground. Promenade all around the room, promenade like a bride and groom; open up the door and step right in, close the door and into a spin. Whirl whirl twist and twirl, jump all around like a flying squirrel; now don't you cuss and don't you swear, just come right out and form a square. Now right hand over and left hand under, both join hands and run like thunder; over the hill and over the dale, duck your head and lift your tail. Don't you stray and don't you roam, turn around and promenade home; corn in the crib and wheat in the sack, turn your partner promenade back. (speaking) And now you're home; bow to your partner, bow to the gent across the hall, and that is all.
Pumpkinhead Martin: Be y'all a Martin or be y'all a Coy, rabbit? Bugs Bunny: Well, my friends say I'm *very* coy. Hee hee hee! Pumpkinhead Martin: A Coy! Square off, ya shoat. Me and you's a'feudin' on account of I'm a Martin! (presses trigger of his oversized rifle) Bugs Bunny: Boo hoo. Now I'll never see my wife and younguns again. Never, no more. Boo hoo hoo. Pumpkinhead Martin: (the bullet almost leaves the barrel, but Bugs ties a knot in the barrel) Hey, ye dern fool! What's the idear of tyin' knots in me rifle barrel? (unties the barrel and gets blasted) Pumpkinhead Martin: Just call me Freckles.
Bugs Bunny: And just who might you be? Punkinhead Martin: I might be Teddy Rooseyvelt, but I ain't!