By the passing of my thumb,
Thumb thing wicked this way comes.
Dally not, to yell and shout,
In due course, 't will all come out.

But til the call of Judgement morn,
Gonna keep this dally 'round this horn,
'Cuz there never was no hero born
Who'd stoop to hollerin' "Nuff".

Badger Clark, High-Chin Bob


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