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Back when Papa built this house

He bought a Sears and Roebuck Long Tom

Twelve-gauge goose gun.

Forty-one-inch barrel, all the recoil pad

A solid walnut stock affords.

It still hangs by the front door,

Loaded with number two. It ain’t never

Killed nothing ’cept squirrels

And rabbits and mistletoe

But the way this world’s a-going

It might someday kill a thief.

It’s real accurate

Fifty yards out or more.

Closer in, it don’t have to be.