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Dan?

A long time ago where the wild things grow, in a shack on a hill in the woods
there dwelt an old man by the name of old dan, house bound but he'd leave if he could
Unfourtunately he had a trick knee, peg leg, fake arm and glass eye
And often he preach, he'd a story for each, and he'd tell anyone who stopped by

He'd first lost his leg to a fine gal named meg, a pirate by nature and trade
they'd been in a fight on a dark stormy night, his shovel against her sharp spade
dan's ship had been swiped, by meg he had griped, she'd denide it of course and attacked
the fight had been brutal on body and noodle, dan left with one leg unnattached

And as for the rest, dan would puff up his chest, and proudly deny that old rumor
that he'd gotten quite drunk, and tripped on a trunk, and fallen right off his own schooner.

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