It may be ez you're right, JOHN,
And both my hands are full;
You know ez I can fight, JOHN,
(I've wiped out "Sitting Bull").
Ole Uncle S. sez he, "I guess
We see our fix," sez he.
"The 'Thunderer's' paw lays down the law,
Accordin' to J.B.
To square it's left to me!"
Blood ain't so cool as ink, JOHN;