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The Song Challenge:   Who Left Uncle Harry In The Bushes? July 6, 2000 - Fort Worth, Texas: Maintenance worker John Truex was minding his own business as he walked the grounds of the Woodhill Apartments on Monday, when he spied an odd-looking wooden box under a bush. "He had no idea what it was," said the manager of the complex. "It looked like a little coffin."  Truex took the box to the apartment office to show the manager and other staff members what he found. Curious, the group opened the lid and discovered a sealed brass box inside. They couldn't open the brass box, and couldn't figure out what it was, so they called the police. Office r W.T. Byrnes arrived at the scene and was just as stumped by the 1-foot-long by 4-inch-wide box, which seemed to be missing a display plate. "I wasn't real sure what it was," Byrnes said. "I called funeral homes in the area and they said, 'Yes, we package things like that,' and I said, 'Eeeeyew!'"  "According to a couple of funeral homes," continued Officer Byrnes, "they take ashes, put them in a plastic bag with a label of who it is and then put them in a box that they seal up and then put in a display case." Byrnes turned the little box over to the Medical Examiner's Office; however, the staff members there declined to comment yesterday. The statement from spokeswoman Linda Anderson was, "As it stands right now, we don't have any information on it -- All we have is a box."  But the apartment manager has heard otherwise. "It's an urn of some sort," she said. "The medical examiner's office found out that it is a lady from Granbury, but they haven't contacted any relatives. But I'm sure when a person finds out that their relative was left here, we will be hearing from them . . . (but) you've got to wonder who would leave Uncle Harry under a bush . . . .". 

Harry Flynn by Amergin

I've a nice little urn and made out of shiny brass
I've a big green bush covering my lid
The bees are buzzing as I sit here in the grass
Now what could a man want more?

I don't know, maybe so
But a dead man's life is easy and it's free
I'm the last to complain, but I'm sitting all alone
Sure nobody's looking after me

My spirit often tells me I should go and have a try
To find a girl that owns a nice dry shelf
And I know the way I says, there's some one on my mind
But first I have to trust myself

I don't know, maybe so
It would mollify me greatly to agree
Now there's my name is Harry Flynn, it's a home I'd love to win
If one can be found for me

Now there's a little girl who is a cousin of mine
And she's a decent colleen, don't you see
And I mean to go and ask her just as soon as I get found
If she'll come and find a shelf for me

Will she come, I don't know
But I'd love to have her dusting off my seat
And I'd sing like a thrush in this hawthorn bush
If she'd come and find a shelf for me

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