The Indian Giver
There was a fella I knew who worked with hammer and chisel
Made carvings in wood that could make your eyes sizzle.
One day he brought a carving to the store
Where they sell tobacco, cigarettes, cigars, and more...
And there it stands beckoning, even in a drizzle.
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