I'll tell you a better story than

'Little Kay of the skates'

Or 'The Snow Ghost'

He tore off some tender new tips and

Rubbed them on his hands

Until the air was filled with the sharp smell

Just tore off some tender new tips

The afternoon wind struck him and

Blew up his hair and ruffed his shirt

Shoot shoot!

He came in his breeches and his shirt

The tail was flying out behind him

He stood there, looking up at me

Like a wild-eyed cow moose

Surprised in the sheriff's only cornfield

Blew up his hair and ruffed his shirt

Shoot shoot!