He’s so good with wood, and he would
Wage a cutting rout.
He’ll mow down a gigantic stand with his teeth long,
Make those crowns fall. . .of felling emblematic.
“Vermin,” what some use for epithet

There’s two arbors and a half down.
Tree falls in the forest—and it makes a sound!
Those firs he’s going to halve as he bites ’em;
He’ll still teethe them after they’re high.

Dam, dam,
It’s falling, that Larch—that’s sublime!
Dam, dam
Next, Beech I will bite in the trunk; I’m beav.
Dam—when I lay one down, thud!
I’m also a swimming fiend. . .dunked me.

If there’s a hole where the water runs out,
I’m always on call,
So I’ll port
Some branches, and the leak is stymied.

There’s new harbors where my work’s found;
I call this backed-up creek “Log Island Sound.”

My fur is gorgeous, grand, and some prize it
For a hat or wrap, with nap fine.
Trappers would blow me away, ’cause they’re not kind. . .
Not in the Trappist or [Saint] Francis club.

Damn, damn!
They’re calling out; they’re in this clime.
Damn, damn!
To save my life I’d better beat it—
Damn! They come this way—with guns!
Assault rifles can make repeat hits.

Trappers would blow me away, ’cause they’re not kind.
They’re worse then gun-toting rappers (rappers, rappers).
They show you no sympathy;
They’ll sell my pelt for gelt after they have gunned me.

Bam, bam!
I’m falling, been shot in the spine.
Bam, bam!
I hear one guy crying out, “Eat lead!”

Hat, this is me now: dame’s duds (a dame’s duds)
Wrap, this is me now: dame’s duds (a dame’s duds)
Crap! this is me now: dame’s duds.
“That wrap is slinky chic; hat’s lovely!”

Dam, dam,
Bam, bam!
Damn! Damn!
Wrap. Crap!