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Last night
A bell rang a clang a clash, a hollow iron ring
Loudly disturbing the night like a dingalingling
Causing the whole town to stir up awake
To see what was happening now with old Jake
For everyone knew, just knew it'd be him
But no! It was not! It was old Jim!
With a wankawacka wanka and trotta hot trot
He mustered up all the courage he carried in his pot
His cat perched precariously on the top of his head
dragging half the sheets from his now deserted bed
He wiggled and he waggled as he ran down the street
A bouncing and a jouncing as his knees met his feet.
Everybody hollered and laughed with delight
As they watched old Jim run a race last night
They gave him a party with a lotta lackaloo
Rolled him back home when the party was through
So what with the bells and and the laughter and such
Nobody in town slept very much
Last
Night.

-ovia