The Further Adventures of Moldy's Whiskers.

Moldy went out sailing,

The wind blew down the mast;

He hoisted up his whiskers,

And never went so fast.

Moldy was a camper,

No tent or cot for him;

He strung his whiskers 'twixt two trees,

And then he climbed right in.

Moldy went out chopping,

He struck a mighty blow;

He pinned down all his whiskers,

And then his tears did flow.

Moldy was a goalie,

He was a sieve in net;

He put his whiskers in the game,

They haven't scored one yet.

MOLDY'S WHISKERS

I have a dear old Brother For whom I nightly pray He has a set of whiskers They're always in the way Chorus: Oh, they're always in the way The cows eat them for hay They hide the dirt on Moldy's shirt They're always in the way My Brother was a soldier He fooled the enemy He wrapped his whiskers round him They thought he was a tree Repeat Chorus My Brother was a swimmer No bathing suit for him He tied his whiskers round his waist And then he dove right in Repeat Chorus Moldy had a strong back Now it's all caved in He stepped upon his whiskers And walked up to his chin Repeat Chorus I have a dear old Sister ( in law) She likes his whiskers too She uses them for dusting And cleaning out the flue Repeat Chorus Moldy's beard is long and grey It gets longer every day Debbie eats it in her sleep Says it tastes like shredded wheat