It’s strange how streaks of sandy grit
Will kind of stick together;
Here’s Dan and Grover not a whit
The worse for chilly weather.
Old Grover says to Col. Dan:
"The bugbear British lion
May scare a pilgrim now and then
From off the road to Zion:
And Calvin Brice and Watterson
May stab us in the gizzard:
We’Il never crawfish, will we, Dan,
Or frighten at a blizzard?
We’Il keep our grit and powder dry
And load our tariff cannon,
And blow old Sackville-West skyhigh,
Back to the banks of Shannon."