The North Pole

Dr. Cook hez found the pole,

Found the much sought after goal;

He hez nailed the flag at last

To the cold an’ frozen mast,

Run the stars an’ stripes on high

Where the apex meets the sky.

Done the job he undertook,

Hip hurrah fur Dr. Cook!

Know he’s found the Pole right well

‘Cuz we’re hevin’ sech a spell

Uv cold weather ev’ry day,

Provin’ what the papers say.

Uncle Sam is feelin’ proud,

So is all the Yankee crowd;

Grins wherever you may look,

Hip hurrah fur Dr. Cook.

There is only one sad thing

‘Bout the findin’ of it, jing!

When the poles hev all b’en found,

An’ fur finds we’ve run aground,

Man can’t do no kind uv stunt,

Won’t be nothin’ left to hunt.

Still we’re proud the pole we’ve took;

Hip hurrah fur Dr. Cook!

Sept. 2, ‘09