The other day, I met a sacchan, A great big sacchan, A way up there. He looked at me, I looked at him, He sized up me, I sized up him. He says to me, "Why don't you run?" "'Cause I can see, you have no gun." I say to him, "That's a good idea." "Now let's get going, get me out of here!" I began to run, away from there, But right behind me was that sacchan. And on the path ahead of me, I saw a tree, Oh glory be. The lowest branch was ten feet up, I'd have to jump and trust to luck. And so I jumped into the air, But that branch away up there. Now don't you fret, and don't you frown, I caught that branch on the way back down. That's all there is, there ain't no more, Unless I meet that sacchan once more