and the long, limber pole in our hand;
We’ve pried at the jams on the brink of the
dams, and the pole has stood by like a man,
And then in the dash for our lives in the crash
the pole braced us up as we ran,
Hooray!
As we yelled through the smother and ran.
And when in the bellow of up-ending logs it
looked like good-by to our souls
We rode back to life from out of the strife,