Re: A Crock of Crones

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: : : 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!*

: Birdie,
: Thank ye' kindly fer that fine song.  Yer a shoo in fer first prize in the Mohicanland anthem contest.  Wal, maybee third prize - thet Gaylee and Miss Marcia is talent to be reck-oned with.

: Old Crone



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