Down the road from little Laggan
where the Crookwell books are sold,
Marty found a book of poems
going cheap 'cause it was old.
Henry Wadsworth ― let me see now ?
Yes ! Longfellow, that's the name,
quite a pen-man in the poets'
hall of literati fame.
Oh, he'll read it, will our Marty,
read the book from front to back,
( "cause just lookin' at the pictures
is considered kinda slack )
and his poetry horizons
will extend, far off from here,
while he's sitting in the carriage
at the horse's steaming rear.

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