Remember when we were in Calipers,
and you wore a Fleischmann's Yeast ring?
Your Aqua Net hair made so many stare,
while Folgers around us did sing!
And then there was Wahpeton Station,
where we drank our Gallo in bliss;
the Glidden sprang up like some frisky pup --
we ran, but the Beech-Nut did miss.
The Felbish was never so Hamline,
the Bicycle Cards never blew
all over the decks like handfuls of Chex
when we drove down Route 42.
The Hostess and Clorox have faded.
Crayola and Culligan too.
But Dr. Scholl's patch can never detach
that London Fog that we once knew!
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