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Here's a story of a little known secret
That most people just don't know
When the Fairytales go on vacation
I know exactly where they go

Me and the wife were relaxing
Just spending a day at the beach
When, out of the blue two vans pull up
That carried ten fairytales each

The first one out of the van that day
Was Snow White, eatin' some Doritos
Then next, here came her seven dwarfs
Dressed in nothing, but their speedos

Then we saw old Santa Claus
Wait!, Just seeing if you were paying attention
Cause, everyone knows, that Santa's real
Not some made up childhood invention

Little Red Riding Hood was the next one out
Wearing a bikini and carrying her basket
I had a very important question to ask that girl
But she looked too hot and I forgot to ask it

The next one we saw was Rip Van Winkle
His beard was at least three feet long
He was a sight in his one piece bathing suit
It's a good thing my stomach was strong

Then next we saw Little Bo Peep
And none of her sheep could be found
Some guy in the crowd yelled, "Where's your sheep?"
But she only smiled, without making a sound

Then last, but not least, were The Three Little Pigs
But they were surrounded by the men in blue
Somebody had sent them a threatening letter
That invited them to a barbecue

This is just a few of these Fairytales
So, I'll save the rest for later
But here's a clue, if you can figure it out
He got his hand bitten off by a gator

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