You may also like: Miss Polly Had A Dolly Adam Was a Gardener Teasing Mr. Crocodile Oh, I Do Like to be Beside the Seaside Father's Whiskers (Version 2) I Lost My Logger Words and Music By: Unknown Adapted By: Terry Kluytmans Copyright © 1999 KIDiddles.com As I sat down one evening, 'Twas in a small cafe; A fifty-year old waitress To me these words did say: I see you are a logger, And not just a common bum, 'Cause no one but a logger Stirs coffee with his thumb. I had a logger lover; There's none like him today. If you poured whiskey on it, He'd eat a bale of hay. He never shaved a whisker From off of his horny hide; He hammered in the bristles, And chewed them off inside. My logger came to see me, One dreary winter's day; He held me in a fond embrace That broke six vertebrae. He kissed me when we parted, So hard it broke my jaw; I couldn't speak to tell him He forgot his mackinaw. I watched my logger lover Trek out across the snow, A-headin' gaily homeward At forty-two below. The weather tried to freeze him, It tried its dalgarn best; At a hundred degrees below zero, He buttoned up his vest. It froze clear down to China, It froze to the stars above; At a thousand degrees below zero, It froze my logger love. They tried in vain to thaw him, And if you believe it, sir, They made him into axe blades To cut the Douglas fir. And so I lost my logger, And to this cafe I've come, And it's here I wait for someone To stir coffee with his thumb. Children's Songs More new and exciting features are coming to KIDiddles! Sign up for our Newsletter today and be among the first to know when they're ready to go. Sign-up and get Free Song Sheets, Activity Sheets and Music Sheets! Copyright © 1998-2013 KIDiddles.com. All Rights Reserved.