Sage Counsel

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 catechissum.