It was in a bleak and dark December How well it is that I remember Who it was that we dismembered In that bleak and dark December. We'd been strolling the park And it was way, way after dark -- We only did it for a lark -- For we'd been strolling in the park. There was blood and guts and gore On the ceiling, walls and floor As on the battlefields of yore Lots of blood and guts and gore. Don't you wish that you'd been there? Blood and guts on your face and hair, Gore a-flying everywhere! Don't you wish that you'd been there? --Henry "Hank" Oosik, Pomes My Mommy Teached Me (Hillsborough, NC: Tales for Tots Publishing, 1882).
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