The Yellow Bearded
I know a fellow,
Whose beard is yellow,
And does it hallow,
Always glimpsing its halo,
For it in the mirror “A Hello”
And at night readied Tallow:
A sight to still swallow.
And he was a curious one,
Having at another pointed a gun,
Because he had in their argument won
And to him this was no fun,
Like a deed that has been done.
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