In the country, lived a big fat sage,
The villagers always disgusted him,
Because he had this sluggish thing.
It looked like a long stale bun,
But actually it was a small old gun,
The sage overused the gun carelessly
For he killed his townsfolk mercilessly!
None of the people could escape,
From the hands of the big fat ruthless sage!
But secretly the survivors formed a group,
In order to kill this wild 'n' crazy dupe.
They called themselves the justice-keeper.
Their leader was the sage's mansion sweeper.
The sage went to the saloon repeatedly.
So they said "We'll kill him secretly!"
One Sunday they saw the sage's horse,
They taught him to take the sage to 'Hair Boars',
The horse asked the group for a generous pay,
So they handed it a bale of hay.
The sage came to 'Hair Boars' to trim his hair.
A dusty old saloon where the justice-keepers were,
Behind the entry the group was centered,
To stab him with a knife when he entered!
The sage stepped inside the room,
With his gun holstered so it can't go Boom!
Suddenly they killed the sage, and his horse made a run.
And the sage was buried along with his gun!
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