ON THE ROAD TO TATTLETOWN by Leroy F. Jackson
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| ON THE ROAD TO TATTLETOWN | |
| On the road to Tattletown What is this I see? A pig upon a pedestal, A cabbage up a tree, A rabbit cutting capers With a twenty dollar bill-- Now if I don't get to Tattletown Then no one ever will. |
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| Leroy F. Jackson, | |
