Well, one day I was standing where a branch line branches off
'Twas noontide, and I'd just knocked off a bit of grub to scoff.
And as I turned away to go and get my humble meal
I accidental stepped upon a piece of orange peel!

Bash! went my chin down on the rails, the jar shook all my joints
And at that very instant, Gov... the pointsman closed the points!
I felt my whiskers gripped an you can bet your life I yelled
and tried to tug 'em loose, but firm as wire ropes they held

My knife, I thought, I'll cut 'em off... imagine my despair
I felt in all my pockets, but... Godstruth! it wasn't there
And then I thought, I'll singe 'em through but shaking so with fright
I struck a box almost afore I got a match to light.

  And then it was too late, there comes a rattle and a roar
The up-express sweeps down on me at 90 miles an hour
I hold my head back, Gang - clang - bang a whirl of wheels I see
Then, fall right over backwards, with my whiskers gone... but free!

I hadnĀ¹t took no harm 'cept here and there a scratch or chafe
But I see, plain as eggs, as wearing whiskers wasn't safe.
That night, I had the remnants of 'em mowed from off my cheek
And since I've always had my dial scraped twenty times a week

It comes a bit expensive, but as I say to the wife
'It's a case of life or whiskers and the choice, well, gimme life.'
For you wouldn't think it nice, if some fine day someone you heard
A-saying, 'She's a widder'... cause her old man had a beard."

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