An’ take a rag an’ shoo the flies,
He’d say, “I’ve gotter flosserfize.”
An’ then he’d set an’ flosserfize
’Bout schemes for fencing in the skies,
Then lettin’ out the lots to rent,
So’s he could make an honest cent.
An’ if he’d find it pooty tough
To borry cash fer fencin’-stuff?
An’ if ’twere best to take his wealth
An’ go to Europe for his health,