and all through nights as well.
He began to whine
Back in 1909
And it quickly turned into a yell.
He yowls and he screeches
From mountains to beaches
The noise is constantly flowing.
Except for one week when
he had to breath in
but since he’s just kept on going.
Sometimes he yells in a bellow,
At other times the poor fellow
Makes a noise like there’s bees in his nose.
Now why all this fussing
And deplorable cussing?
Well, because someone stepped on his toes.