Where Mack Went
Mack went up,
Mack went down,
Mack went all the way to town.
Then he turned and headed back,
That poor Mack was carrying a sack.
That sack, dear me, was full of rats,
The rats, dear me, were wearing caps,
The caps, dear me, was as a stone,
And then the fat cat sat on my phone.
My phone,
He loaned everything he owned,
All because of Mack and his sack.
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