warspite1
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ORIGINAL: Zovs On further investigations of the Tundra I have sent the following report to STAVKA. Dreamed I was an eskimo Frozen wind began to blow Under my boots and around my toes The frost that bit the ground below It was a hundred degrees below zero... And my mama cried And my mama cried Nanook, a-no-no Nanook, a-no-no Don't be a naughty eskimo Save your money, don't go to the show Well I turned around and I said oh, oh oh Well I turned around and I said oh, oh oh Well I turned around and I said ho, ho And the northern lights commenced to glow And she said, with a tear in her eye Watch out where the huskies go, and don't you eat that yellow snow Watch out where the huskies go, and don't you eat that yellow snow Well, right about that time, people A fur-trapper, who was strictly from commercial (strictly commercial) Had the unmitigated audacity to jump up from behind my igloo (peek-a-boo) And he started into whipping on my favorite baby seal With a lead-filled snowshoe I said With a lead Filled With a lead-filled snowshoe He said, "Peekaboo" With a lead Filled With a lead-filled snowshoe He said, "Peekaboo" He went right upside the head of my favorite baby seal He went "whap" with a lead-filled snowshoe, and He hit him on the nose and hit him on the fin, and he That got me just about as evil as an eskimo boy can be So I bent down, and I reached down, and I scooped down and I gathered up a generous mitten-full of the deadly (yellow snow) The deadly yellow snow, from right there where the huskies go! Whereupon I proceeded to take that mittenful of the deadly yellow snow crystals and rub it all into his beady little eyes with a vigorous circular motion hitherto unknown to the people of this area, but destined to take the place of the mudshark in your mythology, here it goes now, the circular motion: rub It! (Here Fido) (Here Fido) And then In a fit of anger I pounced And I pounced again Great Googly Moogly! I jumped up and down on the chest of a I injured the fur trapper Well he was very upset, as you can understand And rightly so, because The deadly yellow snow crystals had Deprived him of his sight And he stood up, and he looked around, and he said "I can't see" "I can't see" "Oh, woe is me" "I can't see" "Well… no no I can't see Nothin'" He took a dog-doo snow cone and stuffed it in my right eye He took a dog-doo snow cone and stuffed it in my other eye And the husky wee-wee, I mean the doggie wee-wee, has blinded me And I can't see Temporarily Well, the fur-trapper stood there With his arms outstretched across the frozen white wasteland Trying to figure out what he's going to do about his deflected eyes And it was at that precise moment that he remembered an ancient Eskimo legend Wherein it is written On whatever it is that they write it on up there That if anything bad ever happens to your eyes As the result of some sort of conflict with anyone named Nanook The only way you can get it fixed up Is to go trudging across the tundra mile after mile Trudging across the tundra right down to the parish of St. Alfonzo Yes indeed, here we are At St. Alfonzo's Pancake Breakfast Where I stole the mar-juh-rene And wheedled on the Bingo cards In lieu of the latrine I saw a handsome parish lady Make her entrance like a queen While she was totally chenille And her old man was a Marine As she abused the sausage pattie And said, "Why don't you treat me mean?" (Hurt me, hurt me, hurt me, oooooh!) At St. Alfonzo's Pancake Breakfast (Wow! Good God! Get off the bus!) Where I stole the mar-juh-rene St. Alfonzo St. Alfonzo St. Alfonzo St. Alfonzo warspite1 My goodness - the Gulag Archipelago is more barbaric than I thought. Release Zovs, he's clearly suffered enough.....
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