But “A badger, a badger,” was all he could say,
When they answered the front door bell.
Sing in, sing out, there’s a badger about,
Send word to the County Police.
He’s playing the dickens with all the spring chickens,
And gobbling up the geese.
Forth to the fray the Parson goes
Beneath the midnight sky,
He threads the wood on the tip of his toes
And he climbs a fir-tree high.