The Magic Line

There was a man in our town –

     (It pays to advertise.)

Who by an auto was run down –

(It pays to advertise.)

The auto fled upon its way,

It didn’t stop a word to say;

The victim purchased one next day –

     (It pays to advertise.)

The Turk sat in his guarded tent –

     (It pays to advertise.)

He couldn’t stand the dire event –

     (It pays to advertise.)

His wives stood round him in a row

The people called he would not go

Because he loved the turkey so –

     (It pays to advertise.)

A hunter bold went forth to shoot –

     (It pays to advertise.)

With made to order gun and boot –

     (It pays to advertise.)

Who wouldn’t risk the jungle bird

And beast of which we’ve never heard,

For stories for on plunk per word –

     (It pays to advertise.)

April 30, ‘09