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I WISH somebody'd kick me through a fence; / I must be gettin' dotty; I'm so dense / I couldn't see half through an iron gate; / Why, any one could string me while you wait; / No wonder Morton says I'm shy of sense.
A man arrived here yesterday forenoon / Who seemed to be a fighter, and as soon / As ever I had spotted him I flew / And grabbed his satchel and got useful. Say, / His clo's were great, he had on dimun's, too- / I picked him fer a winner right away.