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Aye, ye caught me and the gold be yours, and the lass with ye if she provides her proof!
Poor ol' Jack didn't know what to do
He'd been caught, bamboozled, kalamazooed!
He just had to run,
and knew just where he flew!
So he went a long way,
over the seas and the shores,
and a crab infested island,
with a captain aboard.
Alas he landed in this new-fangled place,
and settled on down to hide his face.
But alas he was shocked, as he realized his host,
was indeed a noisy, invisible ghost!
Try catching me now! hee hee hee!
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