.By the shores of old Lake Michigan
Where the hawk wind blows so cold
An old Cub fan lay dying
In his midnight hour, the toll
Around his bed, his friends had all gathered
They knew his time was short
On his head, they put this bright blue cap
From his all-tim.
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