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.