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In the hillsides of a common town
People gather from all around
To pay their tributes for services rendered
By an old gentleman, who surrendered

His back-breaking cause of years defending
While nobly never one person offending,
But who left many noncomprehending
And e'er digging for clues ne'er forthcoming.

He laid down his flag in peaceful compliance,
Happy and content, for his reliance
He placed in the Supreme Judge of all,
And satisfied was he of the end o'erall.

They say that the old gentleman "spent his time wee
Chasing squirrels and barking up the wrong tree,"
But if Truth would have it, his hours were spent
Being guided by a spirit ever reverent.

— The End —