Under the Shedding Chestnut Tree

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Narrator:
Under the shedding chestnut tree, by courtesy of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, the village smithy stands, by courtesy of the FHA. The smith, a mighty man is he, with large and sinewy hands; and the muscles of his brawny arms are strong as iron bands. His brow is wet with honest sweat. He earns whate'er he can. He looks the whole world in the face, for he owes not any man.

Bill Collectors:
[brandishing unpaid bills] Oh, yeah? Well, did Longfellow see these?

Frog:
[escaping from the pelican's pouch] B-b-boy! What an air raid shelter!