And serenade all his enemies
Who lie in a pile
Outside qdees;
There in the middle of the night
Hercules has a sprite
Having banished each dhoortoor
Where they belong
Into the Nordic prisons
And the gong
Has never sounded sweeter.
He repairs my laptop
And returns it to me
By the strike of the clock
At half past three
And then the Just Dial
Ad shuts forever
As I'm not charged
A single penny
For Feni
Or for an ad
Ever
After four!
Ahana is my destiny.
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