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Rh For you all love the screw-guns—the screw-guns they all love you!

So when we take tea with a few guns, o' course you will know what to do—hoo! hoo!

Just send in your Chief and surrender—it's worse if you fights or you runs:

You may hide in the caves, they'll be only your graves, but you can't get away from the guns!