I know a song—’tis just a little one—
But first I would observe that a muskeeter
Is not an insect, for as you should know
The term’s applied unto a different creeter,
Which sails about the Gulf of Mexico.
Sometimes the thing is called a guard-accoster,[[5]]
And when one did accost us with a gun,
Out of the way we ginerally tost her;
It ain’t hard work to make a greaser run.
Well, that’ll do. We got a song before us,