Died For a Brother
When Agnes was taken,
We were deeply shaken;
From reverie woken,
Hit by a wood oaken!
Fred should have been their man:
The Guy to Raw Skin tan;
In oven lodge no fan
And show evils man can...
To them it's the same thing:
They'd make Fred's sister thin;
First just whisk her away
And hope Fred goes astray...
At last, Fred failed to dance
And it was her last chance;
When at her shots were fired,
We guessed smart guns were hired.
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