William Tell Sackett is different from the rest.
He decided to take a path, but for the best.
After William Tell Sackett had killed a man,
He thought of a bright and brilliant plan.
He thought it would be clever if he discovered gold,
But instead he discovered something much more bold.
William Tell Sackett had been shot,
The bullet shot was bigger than a dot.
The bullet hit him above the hip,
He blood oozed out, and was on his lip.
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