Celibate Celebrity
(tune:A Lonely Little Petunia)

He was a celibate celebrity at Forest Lawn
Forest Lawn
Forest Lawn
He was a celibate celebrity at Forest Lawn
And all he did was strut all day!
Gobble, gobble
But now he is gone, so they've cast him in bronze!
Gob-ble!

He came upon them suddenly
In November of the year
A cause for much frivolity
Amusement and good cheer
They suspected him a runaway
Or a stranger passing through
But when he stayed and settled down
'Twas nothing they could do.

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They called him Martin A.
When they passed him at his work
As he chased the ducks and pigeons
That dared tresspass and lurk
And the services at graveside
Were not so grave as that
When Martin A. amused them
With a fluffed out feather act.

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He was born to grace a table
On a platter trim and gay
Of some important personage
On a Thanksgiving Day
But now his urn of cobalt blue
Upon the mantle sits and waits
Until a fitting statue
Is erected for its place

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