Half a post, half a post, half a post onward
Down to the edge of the page where the BS thunders,
Onward we galloped, where the page devils roam
Bound to save Mother, and bring her back home.
Then up to the saddle, and sharpen your wit
For we'll need every spark of your world-class bullshit
As downwards we stagger, through the wild breakers comb
To hoist up Auld Maw, and to bring her back home.

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