Seven pilgrims trudged forth on the fourth
They forced their way into the fort
And the three made love while the four gave birth
The Seven, now more, worked hand in hand
To nurture the pups and save the land
My father drunk
My sisters, tanned
And are you still reading, my loyal Seven?
Are your pups in school and your bread unleavened?
Did you know John Ritter had a son named Kevin?
Heads up! Seven up!
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