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  I had a job once threshing wheat, worked sixteen hours with hands and feet. And when the moon was shining bright, they kept me working all the night. One moonlight night, I hate to tell, I "accidentally" slipped and fell. My pitchfork went right in between some cog wheels of that thresh-machine.
 * Ta-ra-ra-boom-de-ay!
 * It made a noise that way,
 * And wheels and bolts and hay,
 * Went flying every way.
 * That stignystingy [sic] rube said, "Well!
 * A thousand gone to hell."
 * But I did sleep that night,
 * I needed it all right.

Next day that stingy rube did say, "I'll bring my eggs to town today; You grease my wagon up, you mutt, and don't forget to screw the nut." I greased his wagon all right, but, I plumb forgot to screw the nut. And when he started on that trip, the wheel slipped off and broke his hip.
 * Ta-ra-ra-boom-de-ay!
 * It made a noise that way.
 * That rube was sure a sight,
 * And mad enough to fight;
 * His whiskers and his legs
 * Were full of scrambled eggs:
 * I told him, "That's too bad—
 * I'm feeling very sad."

