Vulgar pale appearance
Viscount of blood sucking
Vicious creature of night
Vulture seeking its prey
Venomous fangs hunger
Victims heedless to threat
Veins puncture on impact.
Welcome to Yellow Woodpecker Farm where the incredible food slaps you.
The cows bark, the cats bellow, the dogs mow the lawn, and the birds moo.
Let me talk! Let me say something! Put me in couch! It is our talkative doll.
She does most of the talking for Lucia. Pushing me right now off of this stall.
Lucia is busy, and Pedrinho too at magical funny Yellow Woodpecker farm.
Invented by the curiosities of a studier of children, who meant no harm.
Here is original intelligent man of the hour, our own Viscount of Sabugosa.
He knows more than many, and I know pretty much most-ah.
Where is the old lady? Viscount asks upon his maize-infested arrival.
You see he is made of maize, and depends on its health for his survival.
I am not sure, but Aunt Nastacia is putting the finishing touches on lunch.
Let’s eat some cucumber sandwiches. They will pinch your face in a crunch.
Yellow Woodpecker Farm is a place you have to come see for yourself.
Magical things happen in the forms of gnomes, gargoyles, or Charley elf.
Do not let Mrs. Benta catch you if you wish any harm to her boys.
They are protected in every way here, by her and their magical toys.
Thou
great
son
of
the
land!
Salute!
Salute!!
We
Salute
thee!!!
An
unwavering
patriot,
undaunted
mountain.
British
admiral
and
nava
hero.
Toulon
submitted
to
thy
naval
prowess.
At
Calvi,thy
right
eye
was
obliterated,thou
was
not
shaken.
Thy
prominient
role
led
to
victories
off
Cape
Saint
Vincent,the
nile
battle;
great
conqueror,Napoleon
Advanced
not
cos
of
thy
heroic
strikes.
With
amputated
left
hand,thou
took
on
with
the
battle-
cry
for
thy
fatherland.
Created
Duke,a
vice-
admiral,more
services
thou
accepted:
in
battle
of
Copenhagen,thy
rare
abilities
manifested-
in
gratitude,a
Viscount
thou
became.
Battle
of
Trafalgar
1805
French
and
Spanish
fleets
were
crushed.
Thy
personal
charge
in
thy
flagship"victory"
defeated
the
invasion
of
Napoleon.
Oh!
How
hath
the
mighty
fallen,forfeiture
of
thy
life,
a
paid
price
for
victory.
Rest
great
son
of
Britain,
for
in
hearts
of
all,thou
breatheth!
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