*(Well, right about that time people   A fur-trapper (who was strictly from commercial)   Had the unmitigated audacity to jump up from behind my igloo (peekaboo) )   And he started into whippin' on my favorite baby seal   With a lead-filled snowshoe)*      I said, with a   Lead-   Filled   With a lead filled snowshoe   He said, "Peekaboo"   I said, with a   Lead-   Filled   With a lead filled snowshoe   He said, "Peekaboo"   He went right upside the head of my favorite baby seal   he went "whap" with a lead-filled snowshoe, and   he hit him on the nose and hit him on the fin, and he   that got me just about as evil as an eskimo boy can be. So I bent down   and I reached down, and I scooped down and I gathered up a generous   mitten-ful of the deadly *YELLOW SNOW*      The deadly yellow snow, from right there where the huskies go!      Whereupon I proceeded to take that mittenful of the deadly yellow snow   crystals and rub it all into his beady little eyes with a vigorous   circular motion hitherto unknown to the people of this area, but destined   to take the place of the mudshark in your mythology   here it goes,the circular motion, now Rub It!      *(Here Fido)*      And then   In a fit of anger   I pounced      And I pounced again      Great Googly Moogly!      I jumped up and down on the chest of the him      I injured   The fur trapper      Well he was very upset, as you can understand   And rightly so, because the   Deadly yellow snow crystals had   Deprived him of his   Sight      And he stood up, and he looked around, and he said      "I can't see"   "I can't see"   "Oh, woe is me"   "I can't see"      "Well.....you know   I can't see   Nothin'"      "He took a dog-doo snow cone and stuffed it in my right eye   He took a dog-doo snow cone and stuffed it in my other eye   And the husky wee-wee   I mean the doggie wee-wee   Has blinded me   And I can't see   Temporarily"      Well, the fur-trapper stood there, with his arms outstretched across the   frozen white wasteland, trying to figure out what he was going to do about   his deflicted eyes. And it was at that precise moment that he remembered   and ancient Eskimo legend, wherein it is written (on whatever it is that   they write it on up there) that if anything bad ever happens to your eyes   as the result of some sort of conflict with anyone named   Nanook,   the only way you can get it fixed up is to go      Trudging across the tundra   Mile after mile   Trudging across the tundra      Right down to the parish of St. Alphonzo