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.