Collectors Song

He kept his shoes

When done, in stacks

He did this with his

Shoes for he had no racks

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He stacks his hats each

In each to save on space

And so stacked are the hats

He had to hide his face

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And so the stacks rose

Far up into the light

Till they topped o’er

And crushed him with their might

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Now they, and him, are

All in a pile of ones and twos

As bodies in a pile are

His stacks of hats and shoes