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Shadowing the tune of The Battle Hymn of the Republic, of course.  Isn't it a battle on the golf courses?  

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Sixty million people

     In the world can't all be wrong

For, armed with balls and golf clubs,

    They to golf clubs daily throng,

And aiming balls at holes in ground

    Can surely not be wrong,

          As they go marching on.


Sixty million people

    Concentrate upon their ball

Then, with their golf club poised,

    Hope that the next shot will enthral,

And the golf clubs open wide their arms

    To welcome one and all

         As they go marching in.


Sixty million people

    Poised and ready to begin,

And a hole waits in the distance

    For their ball to come right in -

Though, seeing how they spend the  day,

    Might make a Martian grin,

        As they go marching on.



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By Josie Whitehead

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