Mr Merry cries
In his coffin
For days he says
He can remember
And through the town
The pallbearers
Sing old songs
Of a beautiful
Purple mountain
From every walk of life
We've come to
See the last great American
May I now present
You the speaker,
"Friends he was a
Man of men, a man of gold
He had a how do you say
Ethical like sense"
That's when the
President started to giggle
And the children
Gave the blessing
Though the service
Weren't half done
Each of them
Sued the other one
For the last great American
Merry reaches up
We bow our heads
He pulls the lid on down
And his stone is read
Here lies our Merry
The man with
The heart so spent
That in this day and age
Is sick of living
And judges argue letters
Fabric comes undone
For every daughter every son
Of the last great American
For every daughter every son
Of the last great American
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