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Old Wives' Tales
We flew into Portland from the South, and drifted over to Burnside Street...
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         The Old Wives’ Tales

We flew into Portland from the South
And drifted over to Burnside Street
Where you’ll see a fine old Restaurant
That cooks up some mighty fine treats

They served delicious Mushroom soup
With salads and their other fare
We ate our fill of their cuisine
It seemed all of Portland was there

Their menu filled with tasty stuff
It’s hard to choose which to eat
So I thought I’d conquer them all
And suffered gastronomic defeat

I recommend the Old Wives’ Tales
For food that is highly prized
Tasty and generously served
You’ll never hear, “Want that super-sized?”
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