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Jules Verne, that brilliant son of France,

Astonished all with wild romance;

Around the world in eighty days,

This tale it doth no more amaze.

For the Canadian Pacific

Runs her cars at speed terrific;

Her steamers swiftly plow the seas,

Which gives to us our cheap, fine teas.

For she is bound to lead the van

With her short, quick route to Japan;

And proudly she may glory vent

In highway to the Orient.

From a small sprout these leaves they grew,

And bard now bids you kind adieu.