Chorus

In an old bark hut. In an old bark hut.

Or the flies would make it canter round the old bark

hut.

If you should leave it open, and the flies should find your

meat,

They’ll scarcely leave a single piece that’s fit for man to eat.

But you mustn’t curse, nor grumble—what won’t fatten will

fill up—

For what’s out of sight is out of mind in an old bark hut.

Chorus

In an old bark hut. In an old bark hut.

For what’s out of sight is out of mind in an old

bark hut.

In the summer time, when the weather’s warm, this hut is

nice and cool,

And you’ll find the gentle breezes blowing in through every

hole.

You can leave the old door open, or you can leave it shut,

There’s no fear of suffocation in the old bark hut.