Zach Mack the Lumberjack

T'was a dark and stormy day

On the bank of Hudson Bay

Zach Mack the Lumberjack

Was rearing up to attack.


The root of the cause was easy to see:

Two Yankees, perched upon a tree.

Oh, how they trembled and feared

as Zach Mack slowly neared,

Revving up his chainsaw

and growling into his beard!


What had caused this rage

That nothing can assuage?

What could they have said,

To anger this man in plaid?


American #1: "Look, Bob, a lumberjack!"

American #2: "Now an igloo is all we lack!"


Oh how they regretted being clowns,

As the tree came crashing down!

The End

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