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ODE TO JIMMIE PIPE
- Pretty soon you'll get a-dreamin'
- Of some joyful day or time;
- Your trouble forgotten, you're beamin'
- In some calm and peaceful
clime.
- You're wafted far, oh so far away
- Into the realm of another day,
- Never again to anger or
flout;
- You're careless, happy and free
- As any mortal could be,
- And so that soreness fades
out.
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- Do you wonder that of Jimmie, I sing,
- Wasting this good paper and
ink;
- But I'll always let his praises ring,
- As the only true helper, to one
on the blink.
- 'Cause Jimmie'll hear with a peaceful
glow
- Any miserable, terrible tale of woe;
- For he knows what's wrong and
right, -
- And he soothes with
insanity
- The troubles of humanity;
- Yes, this does Jimmie
Pipe.
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Did you ever feel rotten mad
- When some darn thing went
wrong,
- And nothing could make you glad,
- Not even a cheerful song?
- So you jeered and reared away,
- 'Cause you didn't know what to say
- About your goll-dang
plight.
- Well-the next time this happens
to you,
- And you don't know what to do;
- Just go and see Jimmie
Pipe!
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Fill old Jimmie up to the brim,
- Then rest back in some easy
seat,
- And tell your awful tale to him,
- You'll find he can't be
beat.
- He'll brighten and darken at your fearful
tale
- But you'll find at you he'll never
rail,
- No, not even when your anger's
dead ripe.
- Gradually as your ire goes
o'er,
- You'll begin to feel rotten sore,
- Only to be soothed by Jimmie
Pipe.
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True Jimmie Pipe, you're the friend of us
all;
- One whom we'll always love and
cherish;
- You harken when we squirmer and squall,
- And feel down and out, about to
perish.
- Ah Jimmie, friend Jimmie, when on you we
reflect,
- We always do it with deep honor and
respect,
- For you ever help us, when
trouble is ripe,
- By listening patiently with
burning ear
- To our woe tales, weird and queer;
- So we worship you, Jimmie
Pipe.
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