Tune: "Wu Yeh-erh" Twitting the Teller of Tall Tales

In Easton a certain citizen
Had a Phoenix born to his hen!
In Southville there was a paradox,
Someone's horse turned into an ox!
August is the month for fur coats,
On a pile of tile you can plant a tree,
A dry-gulch is good for sailing boats.
Our dumplings are bigger than soup-tureens;
We grow barrel-sized aubergines.
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