New Verses to "Quinn the Eskimo"

It all started with imagining Katharine Hepburn performing "Quinn the Eskimo". She'd use that schoolmarm voice on the verses, then in the circus barker chorus turn New England ebullient, heralding this great hero of children and animals: "Come all without, come all within, you'll not see nothing like the mighty Quinn!" I could just taste that gasp of joy as she pronounced "nothing". So I took it for my own in the endless set list, and soon realized that as much as the song speaks for me, I was making up new lines. Thus - for your eyes only - the first self-aggrandized collaboration between Bob Dylan and myself. His third verse was altered a little by Manfred Mann on their hit version, or can be found as published in Dylan's Lyrics 1962-1985. I've cut that one out entirely. My third is a complete rewrite and the fourth takes it from there. His verses are copyright 1968 by Dwarf Music. We are both licensed by ASCAP, although only two John Savlove songs are specifically registered along with my membership. Someday SaveLove Music could be as corporate as Bob Dylan, in which case business people would take an interest in the enforcement of both of our permissions and ownerships. And now, the newly expanded Zimmerman/Savlove canvas that IS
"Quinn the Eskimo (The Mighty Quinn)"

Ev'rybody's building
Big ships and boats,
Some are building monuments,
Others, jotting down notes
Ev'rybody's in despair,
Ev'ry girl and boy
But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here,
ev'rybody's gonna jump for joy
Come all without, come all within, you'll not see nothing like the mighty Quinn

I like to do just like the rest, I like my sugar sweet
But jumping queues and making haste, it ain't my cup of meat
Ev'rybody's 'neath the trees, feeding pigeons on a limb
But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here,
all the pigeons gonna run to him
Come all without, come all within, you'll not see nothing like the mighty Quinn

My looks are longer than my leaps, 'specially by degrees
Just tell me where you're landing, honey, and I'll be there if you please
Ev'ryone's fighting over lamb's blood
Then sippin' it proper and prim
But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here,
all the people gonna fall for him
Come all without, come all within, you'll not see nothing like the Mighty Quinn

Ev'rybody's doing what's best for them
Ev'rybody's staying inside
But dryin' out anger on an old wire hanger
Won't be my orphan's pride
Nobody knows the original
It's always just a secondhand sin
But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here,
all the sinners gonna come to him
Come all without, come all within, you'll not see nothing like the mighty Quinn