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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