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It arched across the cloudless sky like someone throwin’ chum

But they weren’t fishin’, no my friends, the object was a thumb

It launched from Kenneth’s dally when his heelin’ rope came tight

And whizzed by Eddie’s horse’s head and disappeared from sight.

Eddie did a double take... hors d’oeuvres flashed through his mind,

A little sausage on a stick that looked like Franken...