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THE MAIL

The downfall of her joy and pride

Was started when Columbus lied.

Come on, good people, shed a tear--

The earth has never been a sphere.

And Mrs. Byrd is quite undone,

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Her castles caving, one by one,

And now, because of this sad story

She'll bask in no reflected glory.

We're all so sorry for Junior Byrd

Because his famous papa erred

For if the world is but a dise

Just how can a South Pole exist?

In youthful ignorance he dreamed of brave new worlds. How he's been reamed!

Recipient of his schoolmates scorn

Our sympathetic souls are torn

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