Chicago Cubs - World Series champs
In the year of twenty sixteen.
A long time ago my goat gramps
Was victim at a Wrigley scene,
Made to leave for smelling too bad,
And so a curse was put on all
Cubs fans for making goat gramps mad.
No champs be Cubs for playing ball.
At the Farm in Lincoln Park Zoo,
This grandson goat says time to end
Gramp's curse, and so end it I do.
Chicago Cubs - World Series winned.
No need to thank me - it was time.
'Twas tough to get this goat to rhyme.
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Lincoln is praised as national hero I've read.