Look DODS and DODDERS, I’m going to be frank. Bun me once, shame on me. Bun me twice, well that’s pretty nice.
If you say That you may Well I just might Call it a night We came as one And left as five When all was done We did it live
To take and bake Was never fake That you could leave On this fine eve
Lest we sorrow For on the morrow We can’t begin What has no end
Taco Taco in the marsh Why do you wallow in the mallow A shell so bright Shine with all your might For unto you This is your night
Jungle cat ever silent Whence you strike, most violent In the leaves you lie and wait Yet here I am, accept thy fate
Burger time!
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