Boy Nasty, come for your dinner, boy.
Sister, you ain't the one.

And some other stuff I can't make out. It's the "No... but if you hum a few bars, I'll fake it..." island folk process.

Lomax, Crowley et al translated the Bahamian fellow as Boy Nasty. There's a very similar 1930's version that alternates with the ...let me go home... line of John B. Sail.

Only 'dinner' fable that comes to mind at all is Spider & Tortoise.