by Maxwell Leith

There was a young man from Nyack
whose boomerang wouldn't come back
when it finally came down
twenty miles from the town
it landed in East Hackensack.

by John Whitehead

In my shop I can usually be found
When the snow completely covers the ground
Boomerang making is fun
But *throwing* is number one!
But I can't 'cause I'm seriously snowbound

I can't wait until warm weather is back
So I can pull booms from my pack
Giving booms a good heave,
I'll never want to leave
But of snow right now, there's no lack!

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