Tradition!

Thousands of millions
Of Gallons of water
Rush over the waterfall
Gallons, not litres.

I would like a pint of ale,
Please.
Don't ask me to walk a kilometer
In someone else's moccasins.
Ask me to go a stone's throw,
Wait a coon's age,
And I'll comply.

You should expect nothing less
From an American like me.

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