overlook my overlook, please
The tax New Hampshire overlooked
Is overlooked no more.
And if your yard is hilled and brooked,
Don't take it hard; your goose is cooked.
And, lest you be hauled in and booked,
You'll pay, and not get sore.
If, in your view, this ain't too great,
Then please don't tell the Granite State,
'Cause I can guess just what they'll do:
They'll slap a tax on that view, too.
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