T'was a dark and stormy day
On the bank of Hudson Bay
Zach Mack the Lumberjack
Was rearing up to attack.
The root of the cause was easy to see:
Two Yankees, perched upon a tree.
Oh, how they trembled and feared
as Zach Mack slowly neared,
Revving up his chainsaw
and growling into his beard!
What had caused this rage
That nothing can assuage?
What could they have said,
To anger this man in plaid?
American #1: "Look, Bob, a lumberjack!"
American #2: "Now an igloo is all we lack!"
Oh how they regretted being clowns,
As the tree came crashing down!