The Ballad of Tommy and the Sow For Nancy McAuliffe   Everybody knew him, “Tom, the village fool” Who long ago when just a kid Was the butt of jokes at school;   And all his life they laughed at him For his simple ways, How he barely could express himself His mind was such a maze.   One Sunday night he rambled To a neighbour’s house Where the village gathered; Tom sat there, anonymous,   Hidden in a corner While the others held court Until one young smart alec Decided, just for sport,   To play a trick…

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