For Mousethief :) (to the tune of Grandfathers clock) His double dipped cow chip was too much to bear So he wanted a cluster of green For a shamrock he felt he'd endanger his pelt With a too toothsome venting of spleen. So then Aine from on high Sent a cursing on that guy As its said in these lands to this day. "Take your Blob Snob, better shut your Gob Let the Golden Cow Chips Fall where they May." (grinning) Sigurd.
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