A friend of mine, the name is Yank,
he lives alone in a big house.
Companionwise he owns a poodle,
who's more compliant than a spouse.
His name is Fred, he is a thinker
and good with both his hands.
He loves to potter and to tinker,
does what his heart demands.
He often sits, while sipping brandy,
with clipboard, watched by poodle,
and draws on it, he is no dandy
but call him Yankee Doodle.
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