| Poofter’s Froth, Wyoming
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| March Eleven Sixty-Seven
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| Take a letter, Ms. Abetter
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| An' our pigeons will be homing
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| To our jobbers in Dakota
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| And to Merwyn, Minnesota
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| This is merely just a note about
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| Performance to our quota
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| Well, we’ve all come out to show them
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| An' the Elks have helped us load 'em
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| Little packets full of jackets
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| Little rackets, little rackets
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| Little Poofter-Cloth Appointments
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| Little Poofter’s Froth Anointments
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| Little hoods, little goods
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| Little doo-dads from the woods
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| The entire stock is shipping
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| Oh, our shod is hardly slipping!
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| To our markets of the world
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| Our wrinkled pennants are unfurled!
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| T-shirt racks, rubber snacks
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| Poster rolls with matching tacks
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| Yes, a special beer for sports
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| And paper cups that hold two quarts!
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| Everything a nation needs
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| For making hoopla while it feeds
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| The trash compactors, small reactors
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| Mowers, blowers, throwers and the glowers
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| This is Buy-Cent-Any-All Salute
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| Two hundred years have gone ka-poot!
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| Ah but we have been astute!
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| Signed: Anon. |
| — Wyo. Galoot |