...and we danced all night
'til the morning light
came billowing from the East.
Still it should be told
as we're growing old,
that we've had fun at least.
We waited so long
but now we'll sing our song
to the once-feared local beast.
"Come back, little laddie
and you'll be our caddy
as we run the cart
through the wildest part
and drive all the way to the sea."
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