Eleven Woks for the Housewives under the sky,
Forty-one for the Janitors in their cellars of stone,
Sixty-seven for Goat Gerders doomed to die,
One for the President of Finland on his lugubrious throne
In the Land of Mt. Fuji where the hippopotamuses lie.
One Wok to inseminate them all, One Wok to elucidate them,
One Wok to masticate them all and in the darkness wrestle them,
In the Land of Mt. Fuji where the hippopotamuses lie.
I do believe the meter got trashed.
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Three Rings for the Elven-kings under the sky,
Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone,
Nine for Mortal Men doomed to die,
One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne
In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.
One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them,
One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them
In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.
Ragnvaieg
Six Woks for the UN under the sky,
Forty-one for the Cavan Gaelic Football Club in their office buildings of stone,
Nine-hundred thirty for reindeer herders doomed to die,
One for the president of Finland on his shiny throne
In the Land of Mt. Fuji where the horses lie.
One Wok to commute them all, One Wok to capture them,
One Wok to extrapolate them all and in the darkness peer them
In the Land of Mt. Fuji where the horses lie.
Eoin
Eleven scourges for the Housewives under the sky,
Forty-two for the Janitors in their cellars of stone,
Sixty-seven for Hairdressers doomed to die,
One for Santa Claus on his slimy throne
In the Land under the bed where the hippopotamuses lie.
One Scourge to cogitate them all, One Scourge to elucidate them,
One Scourge to masticate them all and in the darkness lactate them
In the Land under the bed where the hippopotamuses lie.
Juliana
Four-hundred and fourty kilobytes for the Goths under the sky,
Ten-thousand for the vampire hunters in their Circles of Hell of stone,
Thirty-seven for goat herders doomed to die,
One for Bill Gates on his lugubrious throne
In the Land of the dark side of the moon where the parrots lie.
One kilobyte to inseminate them all, One kilobyte to vote them,
One kilobyte to slide them all and in the darkness wrestle them
In the Land of the dark side of the moon where the parrots lie.
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