I would track the fierce gorilla to his equatorial lair,
An’ beard the cannybull that eats folks raw.
I’d chase the pizen snakes
An’ the pottimus that makes
His nest down at the bottom of unfathomable lakes—
If I darst; but I darsen’t.
I would I were a pirut to sail the ocean blue,
With a big black flag a-flyin’ overhead;
I would scour the billowy main with my gallant pirut crew,
An’ dye the sea a gouty, gory red.