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The Stolen Horse Roll out the red carpet, Free drinks all around, Wolfgang Von Dietrich Is coming to town. The band started playing Exciting the crowd, And all of the people Were happy and proud. What made this great lawyer Sail over the sea To battle for justice? A little boy's plea. He heard that a scoundrel Had stolen Dan's horse And vowed to retrieve it By law or by force. He went to the courtroom And pleaded his case; The horse thief was smirking, A sneer on his face. The reprobate's lawyer Walked up to the bar And said that Dan's horse On its head had a star. A star on its forehead, A beautiful white; The horse of his client Was black as the night. The boy started crying; Wolfgang said, "Don't fear, Do not be afraid, Dan, Von Dietrich is here!" He took from his pocket A jar colored red And massaged its contents On the horse's head. The dye was dissolved And the mystery cleared; On the horse's forehead A white star appeared. The crowd started cheering, How great was the noise; The judge proclaimed loudly, "The horse is the boy's!" Dan kissed the old lawyer And called him his friend; Berlin's most exalted Had triumphed again.
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