| I’m full of keys whenever I’m made I came about wooden when the Renaissance played Hundreds of years later, I was divided Then in 1760, and that’s forty years later Around the 80’s of the century mentioned Over the years, new keys were gained Near the end of the 1800’s, or the 19th century Now, modern renditions are made of me |
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A fireman looked out of the firehouse window and noticed a little boy playing on the sidewalk.
He had small ladders hung on the side of his little red wagon and a garden hose coiled up in it. He was wearing a fireman’s hat and had the wagon tied to his dog so that the dog could pull the wagon. The fireman thought this was really cute, so he went out and told the little boy what a great looking fire truck he had. As he did, he noticed that the dog was tied to the wagon by his testicles. The fireman said, “Son, I don’t want to tell you how to run your fire company or anything, but I think if you tied that rope around the dog’s neck you’d go faster.” “Maybe,” said the little boy, “but then I’d lose my siren!”
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