Nanook Rubs It

<br>*(Well, right about that time people<br>A fur-trapper (who was strictly from commercial)<br>Had the unmitigated audacity to jump up from behind my igloo (peekaboo) )<br>And he started into whippin` on my favorite baby seal<br>With a lead-filled snowshoe)*<br><br>I said, with a<br>Lead-<br>Filled<br>With a lead filled snowshoe<br>He said, "Peekaboo"<br>I said, with a<br>Lead-<br>Filled<br>With a lead filled snowshoe<br>He said, "Peekaboo"<br>He went right upside the head of my favorite baby seal<br>he went "whap" with a lead-filled snowshoe, and<br>he hit him on the nose and hit him on the fin, and he<br>that got me just about as evil as an eskimo boy can be. So I bent down<br>and I reached down, and I scooped down and I gathered up a generous<br>mitten-ful of the deadly *YELLOW SNOW*<br><br>The deadly yellow snow, from right there where the huskies go!<br><br>Whereupon I proceeded to take that mittenful of the deadly yellow snow<br>crystals and rub it all into his beady little eyes with a vigorous<br>circular motion hitherto unknown to the people of this area, but destined<br>to take the place of the mudshark in your mythology<br>here it goes,the circular motion, now Rub It!<br><br>*(Here Fido)*<br><br>And then<br>In a fit of anger<br>I pounced<br><br>And I pounced again<br><br>Great Googly Moogly!<br><br>I jumped up and down on the chest of the him<br><br>I injured<br>The fur trapper<br><br>Well he was very upset, as you can understand<br>And rightly so, because the<br>Deadly yellow snow crystals had<br>Deprived him of his<br>Sight<br><br>And he stood up, and he looked around, and he said<br><br>"I can`t see"<br>"I can`t see"<br>"Oh, woe is me"<br>"I can`t see"<br><br>"Well.....you know<br>I can`t see<br>Nothin`"<br><br>"He took a dog-doo snow cone and stuffed it in my right eye<br>He took a dog-doo snow cone and stuffed it in my other eye<br>And the husky wee-wee<br>I mean the doggie wee-wee<br>Has blinded me<br>And I can`t see<br>Temporarily"<br><br>Well, the fur-trapper stood there, with his arms outstretched across the<br>frozen white wasteland, trying to figure out what he was going to do about<br>his deflicted eyes. And it was at that precise moment that he remembered<br>and ancient Eskimo legend, wherein it is written (on whatever it is that<br>they write it on up there) that if anything bad ever happens to your eyes<br>as the result of some sort of conflict with anyone named<br>Nanook,<br>the only way you can get it fixed up is to go<br><br>Trudging across the tundra<br>Mile after mile<br>Trudging across the tundra<br><br>Right down to the parish of St. Alphonzo