You can dam yes, you can, schnitzing guy;
Your bark stripping’s sly; a Lodgepole’s in sight.
When you smile, dorky smile, buckteeth stand
Out like a gland that impales. . .delight!
Oh, you get wet when making our home,
That juicy bark gone from the tree.
Oh, darlin’, make a grand dam for me.

Love it so, how those big teeth shine
When they fell a pine as you munch and munch.
Larch you bring as your work you start
Sweet wood and the heart will be your lunch.
No, don’t you fret when making our home;
You play your part exquisitely.
So, darlin’, make a grand dam for me.

Baby, don’t you know that clump will grow;
You’re a beaver, and you’ve got the touch
You will end that senseless water flow;
I think that you’re part Dutch.

You can dam as you ferry on the old growth that’s gone
Through the river flow.
Strip that ash that’s left all alone; take it to our home
In the moonlight’s glow.
We’re gonna get a tasteful new home;
You scrape that bark exquisitely.
So, darlin’, make a grand dam for me.

[the dam/domicile is completed]

So let’s go get comfy in our home,
Then play your part engorgingly.
Oh, darling! Slam-bam-thanks-ma’am for me,
Ohhhhhhhhhh!
Grand-dam slam-bam for me. . . .