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We sit in a boat in New York harbor.
The current starts to push the boat apprximately due South, very slowly. I turn to you and ask:
"You don't see any drift towards Brasil?"
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It made Ketchup!
Sweet Ketchup!
Put it on a hot dog, put it on a burger,
Put it on your sister and she'll holler blody murder!
Sweet Ketchup.
--Tom Paxton.