The Tulip Brigade 

A hundred million tulips came marching into town,
They strode above the weeds there and chinned their joy around.
They marched down every alley, they tramped down every street,
With a big bold chorus, “Ain’t life sweet!”

A hundred million tulips went charging to the hills—-
They’re better on the flats, but they volunteered for thrills!
They ran down little vallies that seemed to lie in wait,
With a big bold chorus, “Ain’t life great!”

A hundred million tulips were gath’ring at a lake;
They leaned a bit and saw it, and yes, was no mistake—-
A hundred million tulips up-gath’ring in the sky,
With a big bold chorus, “My oh my!”

A hundred million tulips came marching back to town;
They set up guards at gardenplots and nodded love around.
They issued proclamations with a dandelion band
And a big bold chorus, “Ain’t life grand!”

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