Then old Rapaire he heard a voice
'Most clear as any bell.
"There's fudgicles and Drumsticks, son,
To be found in them thar hills."
Now, where thet voice had come from,
Rapaire jest did not know.
But he was partial to them Drumstick thangs,
So he told Ma he would go.

Then Little Hawk he lumbered up,
Fixing to join the fun.
It warn't because he wanted to,
But jest not to be out done.
And BWL strapped on his shoes
Made for crossing niege glacée,
Said he was bored with waiting 'round
And he'd go for the next of Kay.

So Janie and Stilly limbered up
And lined up in the yard
In a little old New England sleigh
Pulled by a Saint Bernard.
They knew those boys were trouble-bound
And always full of sin
And in case they had to be found,
They agreed to chip on in.