The time of the fire at Jenkins’ old place
It got a big start—was a desprit case;
The fambly they didn’t know which way to turn.
And by gracious, it looked like it all was to burn.
But Chester Cahoon—oh, that Chester Cahoon,
He sailed to the roof like a reg’lar balloon;
Donno how he done it, but done it he did,
—Went down through the scuttle and shet
down the lid.
And five minutes later that critter he came