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There Was a Young Fellow Named Hall

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From the book Lots of Limericks

There Was a Young Fellow Named Hall

There was a young fellow named Hall
Who fell in the spring in the fall.
‘Twould have been a sad thing
Had he died in the spring,
But he didn’t – he died in the fall.

 --Anonymous

 


From the Book Lots of Limericks