And got in a —— of a fix.
One was stuck on himself and wanted to be
Admired at ten cents a throw.
Another wore stilts so he’d look like a man,
When he went out after the dough.
Three of the fools fooled with dynamite,
One beat up an innocent man.
The price of a wheel was all that it cost.
You may beat it—I don’t think yuh can.”
“Beautiful,” says I. “You’ve got a soul, Muley. There’s still that box of dynamite of Mighty’s to account for.”