Posted by GnomeDome on October 08, 1999 at 21:16:44:
In Reply to: Re: A Crock of Crones posted by Dana S. on October 08, 1999 at 21:00:55:
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*
*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!*
: Bravo! Bravo!
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