The Map from the Little Old Chap

I know about the map
from the little old chap.

It was in his sack of burlap
sitting on his kneecap.

Yes, I know about the map
from that dear old chap.

He wore a baseball cap,
and he gave his knee a slap.

“You there, take this map!”
he gave me a tap.

What could I do but take the map?
The man had already begun his nap.

So I set off with my road map
and ran into a mishap.

Someone else made to kidnap
my map from the little old chap!

Luckily this man was handicap,
and he finally gave back my map.

Off again was I in a snap.
Down the road I went, with my scrap of a map.

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