I'll mention this song once again in the Mudcat.

"Down the lane I walk with my sweet Mary, hair of gold and lips like cherries.
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home.
Yes, they'll all come to meet me, arms reaching, smiling sweetly.
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home."

That song, specifically that verse, is just as ridiculus as this thread!!

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