Be nice to your lady, you never know when she may come in handy.
A man drove his car through the mountains, Past trees, rocks and natural fountains, When to his dismay, Saw a man in a fray, With a bear and was getting a poundin'. A woman stood high on a couple, Of rocks surveying the tussle. He cried, Shoot the beast! She said, Hold your peace. The bear may save me the trouble.
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