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April 20, 2007

Jeff R.: Two Great Tastes...

When a raven goes a rapping
On a door with wings a-flapping
It's a knocker-knocking bird.

And...
When it flutters, as it must,
And lands on a marble bust,
It's a Pallas perching knocker-knocking bird.

And...
When it finally sounds it's 'Quork',
And it sounds like it can talk,
It's a quickly quoting Pallas perching knocker-knocking bird.

And...
When the word that it's repeating
Sets your heart to rapid beating
It's a nevermoring quickly quoting Pallas perching knocker-knocking bird.

And...
When, although you send it packing
It stays there, and keeps on yakking,
It's time to go find the shotgun.

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Comments

Hahahaha!

Posted by: Jim Parkinson at April 20, 2007 2:35 PM · Permalink

Oh, and your title rocks!

Posted by: Jim Parkinson at April 20, 2007 2:37 PM · Permalink