Posted by Old Crone on October 09, 1999 at 10:03:11:
In Reply to: Re: A Crock of Crones posted by Costive Crone on October 08, 1999 at 20:22:36:
: : 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!*
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.
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