Re: Up with Hal Bards, out with Words

[Glaveman@aol.com]

In a message dated 95-06-22 01:27:49 EDT, EoganmacL@aol.com writes:

>There once was a lad known as Best
>Whose ankles just surpassed the rest
>As time went along
>Deoca asked for a song
>And the bards were put to the test

Aye...Yie..Yie.Yiiiiiie
I think Hank's ankles like "sole" food
So sing me another verse
That's worse than the other verse
And waltz me around by my hmmmhmmm!

>Now Henry was surely no flirt
>Kept his attributes hid in his shirt
>But in the name of the Saints
>How the women would faint
>When they saw his footprint in the dirt

Aye...Yie..Yie.Yiiiiiie
If you laughed at that you're a gutter brain (or envious)
So sing me another verse
That's worse than the other verse
And waltz me around by my hmmmhmmm!

Is that the song, Eogan?

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