Old Pete like his spirits,
had his daily nip,
but one day he had a bit too much,
and took a little trip.
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While staggering out the saloon,
trying to head for home,
Old Pete took a wrong turn,
into the General Store, he did roam.
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He knocked into some boxes,
spilled a basket of fresh produce,
and fell headfirst, ass over elbows,
into a barrel of pickle juice!
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Well...Old Pete didn't make it,
the poor old guy had drowned.
Pete was pretty much pickled,
by the time that he was found.
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Now, maybe, he could have made it,
his accident been prevented,
but Pete was probably pickled already,
and now he was fermented!
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Pete was pickled so through and through,
is how the story goes,
that every time someone passed his grave,
they had to hold their nose.
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The epitaph on his headstone was...
'Pete sure liked his whiskey, Pete sure liked his wine,
Pete sure liked his beer a lot,
sure hope Pete liked his brine!'
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