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Behold the glory of its pow’rful might
The great and awesome Zillyhoo of lore
Who from the distant city of midnight
Brings tears to those who had not wept before
The grandeur of its multicolored head
Is but a harbringer of peerless weight
All foes under its swing are smoten dead
And all who challenge it will meet their fate
Its heft, its girth, its massive striking pow'r
Slays imps and ogres, basilisks and those
Who dare disrupt the pacifistic hour
That kept this hammer in its deep repose
Of course, before you leave, admit the truth:
You saw this thing at first in Problem Sleuth.