Inside Didee’s Purse
You’ll find his knife.
You’ll find his Bible.
You’ll find his matches.
You’ll find his rope.
You’ll find his pipe.
You’ll find his snuff.
You’ll find his cup.
You’ll find his bandana.
You’ll find his Vicks.
You’ll find his candle.
You’ll find his rosin.
You’ll find his snares.
You’ll find his traps.
You’ll find his fish hooks.
You’ll find his gloves.
You’ll find his coins.
You’ll find his feather.
You’ll find his comb.
You’ll find his moose caller.
You’ll find his file.
You’ll find his awl.
You’ll find Didoo’s love letters.
Didoo’s Purse
You won’t find lipstick
But you’ll find her awl.
You won’t find makeup
But you’ll find her snares.
You won’t find hairspray
But you’ll find her matches.
You won’t find a mirror
But you’ll find her needles.
You won’t find eyeliner
But you’ll find her handkerchief.
You won’t find perfume
But you’ll find her Vicks.
You won’t find tweezers
But you’ll find her knife.
You won’t find sunglasses
But you’ll find her pipe.
You won’t find a hairbrush
But you’ll find her comb.
You won’t find nailpolish
But you’ll find her hatchet.
You won’t find a credit card
But you’ll find her strong cheque.
