A JOLLY FELLOW IS THE WESTERN TUMBLEWEED.
Oh! what a jolly fellow is the western tumbleweed,
As he rolls across the mesa with the breeze;
He’ll even try to race a train, no matter what it’s speed,
You can see him from the window jump the trees.
Just where the fellow’s bound for it’s a little hard to say,
For his heart seems full of joyousness and life,
As he capers like a schoolboy out for a holiday—