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It happened in New Jersey, On a rainy night in May: They stuffed it in a Hackensack, And hauled the wet Piscataway. They hauled it up to Michigan, Which they knew they shouldn’t do. There, near the town of Battle Creek, They locked it in Kalamazoo. But then, there came a Hackenteam, Along the dark Piscatatrack, And, speeding down the Hackenway, They brought the glad Piscataback.

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