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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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