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!
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