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.

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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!

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What had caused this rage

That nothing can assuage?

What could they have said,

To anger this man in plaid?

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

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

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Oh how they regretted being clowns,

As the tree came crashing down!

The End

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