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When we pick up a history book, We give to life a backward look. It paints a picture that's quite glorious Of the people who were here before us. I'm glad Columbus found this place. I like that beard on Lincoln's face. The minute men were rough and ready How greata president named Teddy. But then, they tell about those guys Who invented things and were so wise. Honestly, they lose me when They rave about that cotton gin. I've tired of Thomas Edison, The light bulb guy, yeah, that's the one. That bulb is nice to light the park. But I watch my TV in the dark. Allow me folks, it's my contention, The best ones they don't even mention. A chapter that would be real neat: The Folks Who Gave Us What We Eat. |
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One genius that I'd like to know. Is the one who invented the oreo. He sure solved a delicious riddle By sticking white goo in the middle. Potato chips, with that lovely crunch, George Washington had them for his lunch. Honest Abe, at that great Address, Ate four score and seven, more or less. The great sea Captain named Balboa, Was said to love his Coca Cola. The more he sailed the more he slurped. He discovered the Pacific and then he burped. American know howthe tootsie roll! Chocolate served up as a pole. Not only does it taste real grand, It's built to fit the human hand. But wait, there is one more we know: Christopher Columbus, my food hero. An Italian gent, Oh! Mamma Mia. Smuggled pizza in, on the Santa Maria. Grandpa Tucker |
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