You have heard of the wonderful one-hoss shay That was built in such a logical way It ran a hundred years to a day. And then, of a sudden, it up and bust, And all that was left was a mound of dust? Holmes -- O. W. -- told it well In a rhyme of his -- what there was to tell -- But the one-hoss shay wasn't "one, two, three" With a vehicle once belonged to me.
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