'Twas the fifty first day of Septober
In the year Eighteen Fried Fish and Chips,
When a burglar had stolen a tunnel
To ruin rich people's cheap trips.
I turned on the light in the parlor,
And as I sat there in the dark,
A voice call out "Man the lifeboats!"
For a ship had been sunk in the park.
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