Forgetful Paul Revere
Was it two if by land
And one if by sea?
Or one if by land
And none if by sea?
Or none if by land . . .
Or was it three?
My memory’s not
What it used to be,
And it’s getting so foggy
I hardly can see,
And this hard, cold saddle
Is killing me---
Oh, what a ride
This is gonna be.
Shel Silverstein
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