Their loud bay-zoo.
It’s sort of mean to rout ’em jus’
To work once more;
I’d like to let each tired cuss
Jus’ lay and snore.
But I’ve been up for an hour or two
And grub’s all on;
And now as the cook of Pete Long’s crew
I toot my horn.
The weirdest of all wood-sounds, by the way,