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Pop! Goes The Weasel

Pop! Goes the weasel... When he shot... The guy behind the easel... And stole his silly paintings... All about there were faintings... He ran from the chasing cops, And made but few stops... One for a beer... One for some schnapps... Guess he got a little wasted... As he dropped the art He had hardly tasted... Now one wine, and he was wasted... Grabbed by the cops... He was soon pasted... With crime charges He soon embrace'd Cause he was tired of art theft, And he was color blind, and with no sense of depth...

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007

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