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If I could rid the world of ants |
[Kansas Sam] |
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And rid the world of verse |
[Kansas Sam] |
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I'm not sure which I'd tackle first. |
[Will H] |
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And which is better, which is worse? |
[Francine] |
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Oh, indecision's such a curse!
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[Beefy]
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Ants, at least, lack all pretense |
[Kansas Sam] |
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While verse is oft pretentious |
[Beefy] |
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Unnecessarily contentious |
[Grayman] |
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And gives rise to thoughts licentious |
[Kansas Sam] |
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But let us not be too sententious
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[Beefy]
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Gnats, I must say, get my goat |
[Francine] |
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But goats don't get my gnat |
[Beefy] |
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Like some pesky bureaucrat |
[Will H] |
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Who sniffs, adjusting his cravat |
[Beefy] |
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While signing this and stamping that
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[Grayman]
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Blank verse is just pretentious prose |
[Beefy] |
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And so these lines will rhyme |
[Francine] |
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If we can find the time |
[Beefy] |
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And like Miss Brodie in her prime |
[Francine] |
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We'll make a virtue out of crime |
[Beefy] |