Tale Of Three Cities.

A poem by Edwin C. Ranck

A seedy young man in Savanah
Fell in love with a rich girl named Anna,
But her papa got mad
And swore that "By Gad,
The fellow shall never Havana!"

But the couple eloped to Caracas,
Where the Germans kicked up such a fracas;
And he said to his wife,
"You can bet your sweet life
That papa dear never will track us."

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