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Phish |
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Miscellaneous |
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McGrupp and the Watchful Hosemasters |
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I've alternated my meager flock |
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To the shores of the Baltic Sea |
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The teeth of time have stowed the rhyme |
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Of how things should be |
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My cave, my house, my turning wheel |
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My little docking pup |
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The march of Colonel Forbin |
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And his fleet hound called McGrupp |
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The grime of countless workdogs |
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Has collected in my sink |
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I tie my nose with spandex hose |
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Before I get a drink |
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While on frozen warthogs |
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With its poison in our minds |
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The ferns that spot our children |
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Are encased in orange rinds |
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All times and seasons are the reasons |
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That people and their clans |
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Have stowed the Famous Mockingbird |
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With glue and rubber bands |
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They writhe and cry in agony |
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As Rutherford the Brave |
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Chokes Tela and the Unit Monster |
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Managing to save |
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The spotted striper's multi-beast |
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And there by cheat his grave |
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I'd like to get his autograph |
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But he looks too much like Dave |