Lunching on a Munchkin...
who was munching, quoting Pushkin,
when I crept up with a pushpin
and I popped his little ass
Though dastardly, admitted
The bastard was befitted
and besotted and betwitted
for the least that I could give
Who would've thought it?
Who would've thunk it?
Who would've sat on it?
Who would've drunk it?
Who would've taken a big, bitter bite of it?
Who would've thought of starting a fight with it?
Who, when the going got rough, would have chucked it?
Who would've thought that you would've fucked it?
Heaven help us!
Heaven help us!
Heaven helps those who help themselves
Heaven help us!
Heaven help us!
Heaven helps those who help themselves
Heaven help us!
Heaven help us!
Heaven helps those who help themselves
Heaven helps those who help themselves
Heaven helps those who help themselves
Heaven helps those who help themselves
Heaven helps those who help themselves
Heaven helps those who help themselves
Heaven helps those who help themselves
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