Re: A Crock of Crones

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: Hey!  I'm famous!  I'm in a song.....wet, red cap all mishapen, lederhosen shrinking fast *voice going up two octaves as he speaks* but I'm in a song!!!

: Somebody needs to write that one down.  That, and the mousepad clickin finger lickin Mohican blues song.  Sounds like songs to sing around the Mohican campfire come G2000.

: One question though.....which witch did the house fall on?
: Which witch?  Which witch? *hopping around mirthfully*

: GnomeDome
: *voice yet another octave higher*

: : : : Birdie,
: : : : Wal, I swan, thet pitchur is tha best one I ever seen of myself.  Course, thet was when I was young and goodlookin'
: : : : Old Crone

: : : Okay, Old Crone...altogether now, ONE MORE TIME:
: : : *la, la, la...
: : : Cruisin' down the River, On a fiery wattle hut,
: : : The Crone's flat out,
: : : The Duck doth shout,
: : : All do seem lost, BUT...

: : : Paddletale swam to ye, and walked ye round and round,
: : : And now ye do be sav-ed, and back on solid ground!!

: : : The gnome, he tried to swim out, to give Miss P a hand,
: : : He gave a groan,
: : : Sank like a stone,
: : : (He should not leave the land!)

: : : But all is well that ends well, Yer home where ye belong,
: : : Now pass the waffles, will ya...it's time to end this song!*

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: : Bravo!  Bravo!

: : Dana


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