the thing so quick;
Fellers never felt the yank, ’twas done so smooth
and slick.
Log come out and up the sluice and left behind
the bark,
—Fellers thought the log was there and stood
and chawed till dark.
Sing’lar things has come to pass when I was
young as you;
Fie, deedle, deedle, leetle ba-a-arby!