| row, row, row....becomes
propel, propel, propel your craft
softly down liquid solution
ecstatically, ecstatically, ecstatically
existence is but an illusion
and three blind mice becomes
a trio of sightless rodents
a trio of sightless rodents
observe how they perambulate
observe how they perambulate
they scampered hastily behind the agriculturer's spouse
who removed their posteriors with a large cutting utensil
have you ever viewed such a spectacle as
a trio of sighless rodents
and (as if to go on ad nauseum) the old drinking song originally
was:
Show me the way to go home
I'm tired and I want to go to bed
I had a little drink about an hour ago
and it went right to my head
wherever I may roam
on land or sea or foam
you can always hear me singing this song
show me the way to go home
becomes (as I was taught)
Indicate the way to my habitual abode
I'm fatigued and I want to retire
Oh I had a libation sixty minutes ago
and it went right to my cerebellum
wherever I may perambulate
on terra or mara or atmospheric pressure
you can always listen to me chanting this refrain
indicate the way to my habitual domain
(all worded out - phew)
-Jody
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