He stood five foot four in his stocking feet,
But in the forest green, he had the driver's
seat.
He'd shinny up a fir like a chimpanzee,
And sway in the breeze while he topped the
tree.
Chorus:
Knopper the Topper, king of all the choppers,
Climbs all day and never comes a cropper.
Knopper the Topper, king of all the choppers.
Wasn't very big, but he sure was a wild and
wooly whopper.
He'd make his cut at the top of the tree,
And swing in his belt when the top broke free.
He lashed like a whip when it tumbled on down,
And his spurs were a-ringing as he climbed to
the ground.
(Chorus)
When Rosie arrived with the spring chinook,
The loggers fell in love with this shanty cook.
She looked 'em over, but passed 'em on by,
For Knopper the Topper was the apple of her
eye.
(Chorus)
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