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He was always in and out of work
It wasn't that he liked to shirk,
he didn't keep a job for long
because his attitude was wrong.

Then one day early in the spring
he started doing conjuring,
until he had a chance to go
to a top magicians show.

He quickly took in what he saw
and seized his chance to take the floor,
a straight-jacket lay on the ground
the challenge offered all around.

His reputation quickly grew
and all the people round him knew,
that in his field he would be king
he could escape from anything.

They locked him in a police cell
but he escaped from  that as well,
they dropped him in the icy sea
bound in chains but he broke free.

For many years he reigned supreme
he was the greatest ever seen,
but then one day while racked with pain
set out to play his deadly game.

When lowered in a water tank
chained hand and foot he quickly sank,
though filled with pain, he showed no strife
but this stunt was his last in life.

The day Harry Houdini died
many many people cried,
he said he would come back one day
but so far hasn't  found a way.

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