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Here's
a Hamstead Ditty |
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Dedicated to
your fair city |
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Thanks
for putting up with me |
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Kids
on my shoulders what glee |
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I
am a Lincoln yank from Oak Park |
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Visiting
North Maryland - change quite stark. |
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Folks
never saw my Tai Chi golf style |
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One
leg, one arm, hit the ball a mile. |
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For
games they lock keys in trunks and leave |
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Wait
for red threes to pop up your sleeve. |
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Kids
hide the valuables of a guest |
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Anything
that moves they can't digest. |
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Cures for
rash baby rumps that leaks |
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Spread
yogart on the boys both cheeks. |
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For
wasp stings work in utmost haste |
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On swollen
skin parts colored toothpaste. |
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Babies the
rage among the ancient ones |
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One
toddering wife pinched hubby's buns. |
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Thumbs
up I said "Its not to late" |
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Viagra
tonight to hurry his gate. |
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Trip
to Delaware total spontaneity |
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Saw
the Dolphins play with gaiety. |
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Yet
the surroundings not at home |
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Wish
them free so they could roam. |
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But
both here and there common ground |
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Celebrating
birthdays a delightful sound. |
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Children
climb on you like a tree |
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Correct
my songs, stories with glee. |
