I's the B'y Traditional Cache

I’s the B’y

I's the b'y that made the cache
And I's the b'y to place her
I's the b'y that reads the log
An brings them smiley faces.

I don't want yer cut an paste
They're no good fer reading
I could get as good as that
Without having no reason.

I took that plastic tupper ware
And throwed them to the trash
And every one that I did take
Was made up by a guarded bison.

Holes in stumps to cover your hide
Cake and tea for supper
Codfish in the spring o' the year
And purple tape to follow.