There was an old poop from Poughkeepsie,
Who tended, at night, to be tipsy.
Said he, ''My last steps
Aren't propelled by just Schweppes! '' -
That peppy old poop from Poughkeepsie.
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I would like to translate this poem
he was a fine old, but i doubt he was from Poighkeepsie.