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Now I am kind of worried like
 For fear some of those men
That 's sailing round and round the airth
 Will find the pole and then

Some of them chaps who thoughtlessly
 At common sense will scoff
Will take it into their wise heads
 To cut the North Pole off!
And then what would become of us?
 I'm sure I haint no notion—
I spose that we, the world and all
 Would fall into the Ocean!

And what a bad thing that would be—
 How dreadful is the sound—
To let the world fall in the sea
 And all the good folks drown'd!
I wish that them ere pesky folks
 Would let the pole alone;
I think that they had better find
 Some business of their own!

I wish some one would find them folks
 And try and make them see
That they had better stay at home
 And let the North Pole be!