Tumble Dick.
And if the timer heaves a growl and docks you
in his book,
Jus’ blame your own durn lazy luck—don’t
lay it on the cook.
For ev’ry man who’s et my cream-of-tartar bis-
kit knows
The cook of this ’ere camp, by smut, ’s the
earliest bird that crows.
For I’m old enough to spell a-a-a-ble!