"You talk of snakes," said Jack the Rat,
 "But blow me, one hot summer,
I seen a thing that knocked me flat -
Fourteen foot long or more than that,
 It was a reg'lar hummer!
Lay right along a sort of bog,
 Just like a log!

"The ugly thing was lyin'there
 And not a sign o'movin',
Give any man a nasty scare;
Seen nothin'like it anywhere
 Since I first started drovin'.
And yet it didn't scare my dog.
 Looked like a log!

"I had to cross that bog, yer see,
 And bluey I was humpin';
But wonderin'what that thing could be
A-lyin'there in front o'me
 I didn't feel like jumpin'.
Yet, though I shivered like a frog,
 It seemed a log!

"I takes a leap and lands right on
 The back of that there whopper!"
He stopped. We waited. Then Big Mac
Remarked: "Well, then, what happened, Jack?"
 "Not much," said Jack, and drained his grog.
 "It was a log!"