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SCREW-GUNS
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  For you all love the screw-guns—the screw guns they all love you!
  So when we take tea with a few guns, o’ course you will know what to do—hoo! hoo!
  Just send in your Chief and surrender—it’s worse if you fights or you runs:
  You may hide in the caves, they’ll be only your graves, but you can’t get away from the guns!