The Snooglie Booglie Gleefully Eyes Prospector Pete’s Untimely Demise!

It was many and many a year ago,
In a cabin snuggled among the trees
That an old timer there lived whom you may know
By the name of Prospector Pete.
This old timer he lived, he sought and he thought
To prove true the ruse of the Snooglie Booglie.

I ran so wicked and wild, he pursued me for miles
Far from the cabin snuggled among the trees.
It was there that I eyed his untimely demise
I and my Prospector Pete
With grit and with guile we danced and we
Danced he and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago
Far from the cabin snuggled among the trees

A full moon did alight and light up the night
Leading the way for the brave Prospector Pete
Flying his sled so fast and so free
Over snow and Ice and overflow bleak!
Chasing the lore of the Snooglie Booglie
Far from the cabin snuggled among the trees

Nature, ever so clever, played one hand better
Ending the game for he and for me
Yes that was the reason (as all can see
Far from the cabin snuggled among the trees)
That the ice opened wide and swallowed his life
Thrilling and chilling my Prospector Pete

But that game it goes on long after that life is gone
Contrary to the mythos of those older than we
And to the wisdom of those far wiser than we
The man did arise gliding in and out of moonlight
More than alright was he, he was Prospector Pete
Chasing the lore of the Snooglie Booglie
Far from the cabin snuggled among the trees

Each flake of the snow whispers the woe
Fallen on Prospector Pete
And the Northern Lights illumine the nights
I ride with Prospector Pete
He’s faster than ever, than Nature more clever
Our chase never severed nor wilted nor weathered
The game it goes on and on and on
We dance on and on and on and on.