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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=529062" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Saginaw Song</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In Saginaw, in Saginaw, <br>The wind blows up your feet, <br>When the ladies’ guild puts on a feed, <br>There’s beans on every plate, <br>And if you eat more than you should, <br>Destruction is complete. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Out Hemlock Way there is a stream <br>That some have called Swan Creek; <br>The turtles have bloodsucker sores, <br>And mossy filthy feet; <br>The bottoms of migrating ducks <br>Come off it much less neat. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>In Saginaw, in Saginaw, <br>Bartenders think no ill; <br>But they’ve ways of indicating when <br>You are not acting well: <br>They throw you through the front plate glass <br>And then send you the bill. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The Morleys and the Burrows are <br>The aristocracy; <br>A likely thing for they’re no worse <br>Than the likes of you or me,— <br>A picture window’s one you can’t <br>Raise up when you would pee. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>In Shaginaw, in Shaginaw <br>I went to Shunday Shule; <br>The only thing I ever learned <br>Was called the Golden Rhule,— <br>But that’s enough for any man <br>What’s not a proper fool. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>I took the pledge cards on my bike; <br>I helped out with the books; <br>The stingy members when they signed <br>Made with their stingy looks,— <br>The largest contributions came <br>From the town’s biggest crooks. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>In Saginaw, in Saginaw, <br>There’s never a household fart, <br>For if it did occur, <br>It would blow the place apart,— <br>I met a woman who could break wind <br>And she is my sweet-heart. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>O, I’m the genius of the world,— <br>Of that you can be sure, <br>But alas, alack, and me achin’ back, <br>I’m often a drunken boor; <br>But when I die—and that won’t be soon— <br>I’ll sing with dear Tom Moore, <br>With that lovely man, Tom Moore. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Coda: </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>My father never used a stick, <br>He slapped me with his hand; <br>He was a Prussian through and through <br>And knew how to command; <br>I ran behind him every day <br>He walked our greenhouse land. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>I saw a figure in a cloud, <br>A child upon her breast, <br>And it was O, my mother O, <br>And she was half-undressed, <br>All women, O, are beautiful <br>When they are half-undressed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Theodore+Roethke">Theodore Roethke</a><div class=q>
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The wind blows up your feet, 
When the ladies’ guild puts on a feed, 
There’s beans on every plate, 
And if you eat more than you should, 
Destruction is complete. 


Out Hemlock Way there is a stream 
That some have c..."></div>
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