Song to A Muse

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: It's May, it's May! Mohicanland in May.
: And She Who Tracks Longue Carabine
: Is gleefully astray.

: She slipped athwart the northern sallyport.
: The Crone and She have suddenly
: Up and left the fort!

: It's May, it's May! Mohicanland in May.
: The Calm Bee Nation
: Simply goes mad -
: Time to bee bad!

: The scouts are out, they're rarin' for a rout!
: The Iroquois are on the trail,
: Sneakin' in and out.

: It's wild! It's fey! Mohicanland in May.
: Never quiet in the woods
: When it's time to play.

: It's May, it's May - the month of Yes You May.
: And every hunter
: Looks at his Miss -
: Grabs him a kiss -
: What the bloody hell
: Kind of plan is this?
: Mohiii - caaan - laaand in May!


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