It’s not to hear the marching bands
Or hear the bag pipes drone.
It’s not to see the honored Mayor
Or the float shaped like a phone.
It’s not to see the Little League
Or any Boy Scout Troop.
But who’s a-marching behind the horse
And who steps in the poop.
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I go for the Shriners, fat guys, funny hats and tiny vehicles you gotta love it! I also like poop, poop rules, just sayin'!
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