As peart as ever you see,

“I want a chaw of terbacker,

An’ that’s what’s the matter of me.”

How did he git thar? Angels.

He could never have walked in that storm;

They jest scooped down and toted him

To whar it was safe and warm.

And I think that saving a little child,

An’ fotching him to his own,

Is a derned sight better business