Beaver Round-Up's comin' soon,
I'll be out & about searching for some ____
I think I'll be watching the dog races,
Hopefully they're all going to be in good paces
Maybe I'll go to the carnival to try & win a goldfish,
Only to take it home to certain death, after being plopped in a very small dish
I'll play some poker & then
some cribbage- maybe I'll have the right card,
Problem for me, though- adding's always been hard
I'll start at the Sea Inn & slip up to the Willow Tree, at the end of the day,
'Cause I'm pumped & primed to spend all my hard-earned pay
I'm gonna live it up, 'cause I'm livin' life;
My only hope is
that I don't run into my ex-wife
Of course it happened- I saw her sitting across the bar,
Then they escaped- my worse fears that have been bottled up in a jar
And then it was a miracle- somehow, some way;
For that night, I managed to keep her at bay
Now, the rest is a blur- I seem to have blacked out,
But because I had so much fun, there's no need to pout
Beaver Round-Up, in my heart- you are so dear;
It's only the day after & I already can't wait until next year
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