Cried Mister Zion Jersey Boggs.
“For in my glorious natyve land
Acrost the river, down below,
I hev a farm, and in the barn
Six captyve eagles in a row:
One hundred dollars fur a pair;
Fetch out the flimsies frum your togs
An’ up on high
I’ll make ’em fly,”
Said Mister Zion Jersey Boggs.