And Colby’s stomach ever called for more.
They left us early much to our dismay
To hunt the grizzly down in Bristol Bay.
With grape nuts, flour, bacon in galore
They chase the caribou, what could they ask for more
Next is little Dr. Eakle with the twinkle in his eye
Who could cook a flapjack, pound up rocks.
Or climb the mountains high
I’ll bet when he gets home again on California’s shore
He will never travel the Bering Sea in a Sch’r any more