Aylee
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To the tune of "Blue Moon" Mooed tunes--I just love the dulcet tones, They harmonize in four parts. Their detractors call them mooans Mooed tunes--moost of the time they're in 3/4, Oh, how I wish there could be moore, So I could waltz in the sweet corn. Although I do love them, the cows abhor me, And with their raging eyes, they scold. And if I am not careful they will gore me So I must be sure soon that they are polled. Mood tunes--the bulls love the dulcet tones Because there's love in their hearts Then I hear mootual mooans. I see that bovine passion is stormy. . . No foreplay and no hooves to hold. Their bellowing off-key's too much for me, And suddenly I swooned; in the hay rolled. Blue mood--I now fear the dulcet tones And milk gives me burn of heart, Although it's good for my bones.
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Ceterum censeo Carthaginem esse delendam I don’t always wgah’nagl fhtagn. But when I do, I ph’nglui mglw’nafh R’lyeh.
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