Of all the blamed fools, next to you, Salters,
him an’ his crowd are abaout the likeliest I’ve ever seen,
said Disko as the We’re Here slid away.
I was jest givin’ him my jedgment on lullsikin’
round these waters like a lost child,
an’ you must cut in with your fool farmin’.
Can’t ye never keep things sep’rate?