I floated in like a cyclone, I yanked him out of my bed,
And I grabbed the concertina and smashed it over his head.
"I shook him up for a minute, I stood him down on the floor,
I grabbed the scruff of his trousers and ran him along to the door,
And I said, 'This here, if you get me, is a Declaration of War!'
"And I gave him a hoist with my gum-boot, a kind of a lift with my toe;
But you can't give a fellow a hiding, as anyone sure must know,
When you hauled him out of a snowdrift at maybe thirty 'below.'"
C.F.S.