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My boy once asked of a man named pete

The one of which who never be beat

I told my son of good ol pete

As it all started with one great heat

Pete was an outlaw who killed no soul

yet was infamous in that great dust bowl

He was taller than a mountain

and calm as the morning fountain

He was popular with the ladys

Even now in his 80's

He had one dumb son

who looked like a bum

That bum was me

as you can see

I'm son of pete

my name is Feat

You're son of Feat

My little boy Neat