(Wakes in corner, raises head from half-empty jug and stares about blearily)

Gorrr! Hit's gettin' thick in here! Not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church door, but sure as hell is enough, 't will serve!

(Sighs and reclines with jug to lips, gazing blankly at the ceiling and humming)

From his home in the north

Came the Young Voyageur

With his birchbark canoe all laden with fur!

Cold is the air.

He does not care.

For there's joi! in the heart of the young voyageur!

(Sleeps).