Not That Betsy
O, do you remember sweet Betsy from Pike?
She trekked ‘cross the prairie in search of a dyke.
She developed incontinence in Illinois;
She was cured of what ailed her by a strange nether boy.
Well, she only spoke German and he only spoke Dutch,
But the way that he plugged holes, didn’t need to speak much.
She’s sworn off the women, and forsaken the booze;
They’re now clogging in Portland in some fine wooden shoes.
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