THE OTHER DAY MY PAPERS CAME
I SAT AND SCRATCHED MY HEAD
WHILE TURNING THROUGH THE PAGES BOYS
HERE IS WHAT I READ

THE BLUE EAGLE IT IS AILING
THE LITTLE WRITER SAID
BUT WHEN HE FINISHED WRITING, WELL
THE EAGLE HE WAS DEAD

BUT THERE'S A MAN IN WASHINGTON
ROOSEVELT IS HIS NAME
AND NOW HE'S MOURNING O'ER THE BIRD
IT IS AN AWFUL SHAME

HE TOLD HUGH S. JOHNSON
AND JOHNSON SAID "MY GOD,
WHAT WILL THE MINERS EVER DO
WITHOUT THEIR BLUE MASCOT"

THEY TOOK HIM TO THE GRAVE YARD
IN THE MERRY MONTH OF MAY
SAID WHO WILL SOLVE OUR PROBLEM NOW
THERE'S NO NRA