“Amen!” said Zion Jersey Boggs.
The pidgins came, the pidgins flew,
They lit upon the lofty wall;
They made their five an’ ninety miles
In just about no time at all.
Compared to them, the Ledger team
Went just as slow as haulin’ logs.
But all was mum,
Shut close an’ dum,
By the request of Mister Boggs.