#pg303

how the 

FUCK

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And Nrub'yiglith, shamebeast mackdaddy of grotesquery, writhe-lord of tha moist beyondhood. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! I be fly as a gangbangin' falcon, soarin all up in tha sky dawwwwg! Hearin his crazy-ass melodious chirps n' tongue-clicks causes onez bones ta explode.

Oh rowtledy dowtledy doodle hi ay,

We’re full of plum duff an’ salt water!

Now the Rowtledy Dow was a leaky ole craft,

With aprons an’ kerchiefs for sails fore an’ aft,

An’ all of her crew thought the cap’n was daft,

An’ he was sure they was all barmy!

Her anchor was made from a big rusty pot,

That they hauled up each mornin’ to serve dinner hot,

But the crew was too slow so the cook scoffed the lot,

An’ a seagull flew off with the pudden!

So ‘tis heave away mateys the wind’s blowin’ west,

An’ the cabin mole’s wearin’ his grandma’s blue vest,

While the mate’s got a blanket tattooed on his chest,

To keep his fat stummick from freezin’!

Well there’s fish in the sea better mannered than we,

For they washes their flippers an’ don’t slop their tea,

An’ we’d be better off on the land don’t yer see,

‘Cos I think that the ould ship is sinkin’!

 Oh rowtledy dowtledy doodle hi ay,