The lion is the beast to fight,
He leaps along the plain,
And if you run with all your might,
He runs with all his mane.
I’m glad I’m not a Hottentot,
But if I were, with outward cal-lum
I’d either faint upon the spot
Or hie me up a leafy pal-lum.
The chamois is the beast to hunt;
He’s fleeter than the wind,
And when the chamois is in front,
The hunter is behind.
The Tyrolese make famous cheese
And hunt the chamois o’er the chaz-zums:
I’d choose the former if you please,
For precipices give me spaz-zums.
The polar bear will make a rug
Almost as white as snow;
But if he gets you in his hug,
He rarely lets you go.
And Polar ice looks very nice,
With all the colors of a pris-sum;
But, if you’ll follow my advice,
Stay home and learn your catechis-sum.