You can grab and swing at the yard-line post
if you’ve muscle enough and pluck.
There’s the perch of the pilot, too, where you’re
target for lumps of coal,
For a shack or a fireman never thinks we’ve
either nerves or soul.
If you’ve taken the full degrees and have cov-
ered the “Honey Route,”
Have fired a rock at the “Fox Train crew,” and
knocked a Doughface out,