Manistee, Michigan
A man took out his bagpipes, one cool and breezy night,
and sauntering up to a Lake Michigan bluff, below the sky so bright.
He began to play a lament, so teary and so sad,
it took him back to his boyhood days, when he was but a lad.
But suddenly the wind changed, and it blew right up his kilt,
it suddenly made him change his tune, into a merry lilt.
The wheatgrass and thistles, joined in - and all of Manistee
and the man blew so hard, they could hear him in Milwaukee
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