Stude

The Profs they lead a jolly life, jolly life, / They're free from every care and strife, care and strife. / They make the studes, poor studes fall into line; / I wish the Profs' soft snap were mine.

A stude got a job in a Michigan lumber camp and was told to attach himself to a crosscut saw, the other end of which was in charge of an old lumberman.