Paul Bunyan Page #3

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and old fogey ways!

I'll show you what I can do with this axe!

I dare you to try it!

Looks like a toy to me!

Toy, huh? I'll show you!

There was only one way to settle it.

I was appointed judge.

This contest to last one hour

then I'll measure the stacks of timber

and declare the winner.

You fellows ready?

Ready!

Ready!

Hey, Paul

Keep swinging, Paul!

Paul Bunyan

Yay, Paul!

Cut that timber, show him how

Beat that city slicker now

- Hey, Paul

- Get him, Paul!

- Paul Bunyan

- Yeah, Paul!

The race looked dead even.

And when I went

to measure the stacks,

they looked dead even too.

Well, I shinnied up Paul's stack first,

pulled the measuring chain taut...

For Paul, 240 feet, even.

- Yeah!

- Hurray for Paul!

Numbers are here, 240, I'd say.

For Joe, 240 feet

and one quarter inch.

Yippee!

Poor Paul

Poor Paul Bunyan

Yep, the machine had beaten man.

But don't you folks

feel sorry for Paul and Babe.

I hear they're up Alaska way,

and mighty happy.

Lots of room up there, you know.

And those northern lights you see

in the sky,

well, that's Paul and Babe

having a lot of fun,

oxing around,

knocking the aurora borealis

out of the countryside.

Hey, Paul

Hey, Paul

Paul Bunyan

Paul Bunyan

He's 63 axe-handles high

With his feet on the ground

And his head in the sky

Hey, Paul

Hey, Paul

Paul Bunyan

Paul Bunyan

Paul Bunyan

Paul Bunyan

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