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Early in the Mornin'

By Smeagol

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There was a knight they called Sir Bart Who always kept a little apart Perhaps because he loved to fart Early in the mornin' Sir Bart did love a bonny lass Who just could not seem to get past His never ending case of gas Early in the mornin' But Sir Bart he would put up a fight He said my love "It is just not right To judge me by the smell of my tights" Early in the mornin' Replyed the maid "Sir I do not care Wiether or not you find it unfair You are leaving stains in your underware" Early in the mornin' So hike your leg and hold your nose Make a face and let it blow Blame it on me no one will know Early in the mornin' So Sir Bart set off on a noble quest To prove that his love was the best He would not sleep he would not rest Early in the mornin' He recalled a tale he had been told Of a nearby dragon from days of old Who guarded a huge treasure of gold Early in the mornin' Sir Bart set out that very day To find the beast that he would slay He ate alot of beans along the way Early in the mornin' Dragon fire it is well known Can burn your meat clean fron your bone But Sir Bart had a fire of his own Early in the mornin' So hike your leg and blow your nose Make a face and let it blow Blame it on me no one will know Early in the mornin' At last he foound the ancient beast He was not afraid not in the least Soon he would on dragon feast Early in the mornin' The dragon gave an evil smile "I have not tasted man in a while Soon your bones will be atop my pile" Early in the mornin' But Sir Bart quickly spun around Dropped his pants and bent to the ground There came forth a great rumbbleing sound Early in the mornin' After that the beast was dead Sir Bart and his love soon were wed The bride always wore a clothespin to bed Early in the mornin' So hike your leg and hold your nose Make a face and let it blow Blame it on me no one will know Early in the mornin'um, ........ yeah. Written February 7th, 2002 © on Feb 07 2002 09:25 AM PST   0 • 14

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