The Butler slid the piece of paper across the table/onlookers stared thinking he was unable/that this lowly servant could not be the one/who brandished the gun/who shot out bullets with his tongue/he stood waiting patiently for mouths to open/in shock he always left them/they arose to their feet and the applause was sweet/and as he bowed they knew he was the ONE!
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