Hundreds of Beavers Opening - Jean Kayak and His Acme Applejack

Son, on the trail there's a righteous tale, of a
small man with mountains of pride.
He gleaned the dark secrets of applejack,
A drink still adored, far and wide.

He readied each batch near his little house,
If you're thirsty and wandering nigh
N'hard men from the camps with their pay in hand..
And a song in their hearts by and by-

Show me that gaze again, applejack.
A lickin' is one, we'll have two.
The color is good and I'm feeling bold.
I'm beginning to that applejack mood.

A jug or a jar or a dirty glass
'twill double your fortunes, for sure
Strap mettle on top of those muscles boys,
it may even grow you some hair!

Indian chief, surgeon, and lawyer,
Christian on horseback and cart
Step up and seek applejack's council, sir!
Step back, if ye needs a fart!

Jean Kayak! Raise up yeer applejack
The legend is one-third half-true!
The color is gold and we're
all feeling bold
We'll be getting to
that applejack brew...
We'll be getting to
that applejack brew...
Save me.

Bracing his blessed concoction,
as cold and the winter drives fear!
The good lord would like to provide for me though, I
Never thanked him or bought him one beer-

Jean Kayak! Raise up yeer applejack
The legend is one-third half-true!
The color is gold and we're
all feeling bold
We'll be getting to
that applejack brew...
We'll be getting to
that applejack brew...
Save me.