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There was an old comic from Bruges Who’d played at the famed Moulin Rouge He was good at his craft and the audience laughed With no need for a stool or a stooge There was a hitch-hiker from Bute Who took to the roads in a suit He got lots of lifts and many nice gifts That dapper young drifter from Bute
There was an old gambler from Maine Hit the jackpot again and again and again and again and again and again And again and again and again!
There was an old man and the Sea As boring a book as can be What Hemingway wrote ‘bout a man and his boat And some sharks who liked marlin for tea There was an old man from the Scillys Who had quite a thing about Willis He loved his old Jeep, that could climb hills so steep And that is how he got his jollies!
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