Not my real name.
Unexpected, I get up to eat,
Though I stumble a bit on my feet.
If you don't see me,
You'll probably feed me,
And my manners are not very neat.
Some look for my namesake in spring,
And then listen and hope it will sing.
But they should know that
Taking swings with a bat
Is actually much more my thing.
I stand on a platform of wood.
Many sad men before me have stood.
When I pull my lever,
It's goodbye forever
To the fellow who wears the dark hood.
My story has often been told,
According to legend of old.
If you look in the air,
And you see a curve there,
You can follow it and get my gold.
It never seems so much could go wrong
When you take out this thin little oblong.
But then you get hooked in,
And before you can win,
Your money has all told you "so long!"
This brave alien gets into fights,
And changes the wrongs into rights.
That's his whole game.
If you don't know his name,
His initial is there on his tights.
A man whose name is hard to rhyme,
Found a fact about particles prime.
You can know where one is,
Or how fast it can whiz,
But never both at the same time.
Three brave men set out in a ship
For a long and a dangerous trip.
Their craft sprang a leak
Which forced them to seek
How to give disaster the slip.
A little boy and a fat man,
Each took a flight to Japan.
Then the big fat man fell,
Then the little boy as well.
Describe them, please, as best you can.
When this lovely place joined the nation,
It gave us a nice spot to vacation.
But still it was famed,
Even when it was named
For a luncheon gustation creation.
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