It came about one day
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Last September in July
That a man name Boo who was my uncle
Learned to swim so he could fly.
He went to Mr. Goose's house
The silly duck wasn't home
So he tried the wise old beaver
whose named happened to be Gerome.
The animal taught him how to swim
so he could fly at last
but my uncle's poor old brain
wasn't very fast.
He drowned while flying through the air
Ol' Gerome did try to help
But all my uncle did
was let loose a big yelp.
He soon realized
That no matter what he did, he would die
But before he died, with one last cry, he called a pie from the sky, oh,how he tried, but the pie that fell from the sky was so spry and so sly that it flew from my uncle as he died.
...And they did shake the world with battle.