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PiPs Great champion of the ‘little man’ The gay old chaplain lit his pipe “I am old but I smoke,” he reasoned, “Therefore I am.” Guy was bonkers for years but the town loved him He was always all boozed up at solemn occasions And funerals for him were a vodka-lovers delight Yet when nigh his occasion came No one but God could hear it rain For as the booze soaked reverend Reached his dream Heaven wretched in a heavy scream!