rslsmch b,b llb I got a gift of butter, now rslsmch b,b llb Good butter it was claimed to be rslsmch b,b llb I dont think it was from a cow rslsmch b,b llb And if it was, it cowed me rslsmch b,b llb
rslsmch b,b llb A beard was growing on the stuff rslsmch b,b llb A goatish beard without a doubt rslsmch b,b llb Ah. it was sickly, sour and rough rslsmch b,b llb With poison juices seeping out rslsmch b,b llb
rslsmch b,b llb Ah, it was slick. ah, it was grey rslsmch b,b llb I dont think any goat produced it rslsmch b,b llb I had to face it every day rslsmch b,b llb Oh, how I wish I had refused it rslsmch b,b llb
rslsmch b,b llb The salts a thing it never knew rslsmch b,b llb In fact Im sure they never met rslsmch b,b llb It sprouted spots of green and blue rslsmch b,b llb It made me ill. Im not right yet rslsmch b,b llb
rslsmch b,b llb 'Twas made of grease and wax and fat rslsmch b,b llb And substances too vile to utter rslsmch b,b llb You may be sure that after that rslsmch b,b llb Ive rather lost the taste for butter rslsmch b,b llb
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