Oh, Huffled-Neck Tuna Tree Eater I find, YOU eating my Tuna Trees. That I do mind. "YOU, sitting up there!" All huffled; no good! Sewing your blue feathers from Stew Herring Wood. Any thing make you sad? Or more sad to see, This old farmer's face when he's without a tree. So, Huffled-Neck Tuna Tree Eater, I see. You sleeping in my forest. From night-to-day's glee. Swaying feathers dandy. With each shake of your scales. Be like a raccoon. And bother garbage pails.