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Kirrie2001
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Nick, I think I have got your fever. Read on.
One fine day in the middle of the night,
Two dead men got up to fight,
Back to back, they faced each other,
Pulled thier pistols and stabbed each other.
A blind man saw it, a deaf man heard it,
And a man with no legs went to fetch the Fire brigade.
The Fire brigade was drawn by two dead horses,
Which ran over a dead cat and half killed it
This story was told by three fat women,
sitting at the corners of a round table.
Eating vinegar with a knife and fork,
Picking the currants out of a plain cake,
and trying to milk chocolate.
One had a wooden leg, which she scratched till it bled.
The other two saw this, andwalked off dead.
One fine day in the middle of the night,
Two dead men got up to fight,
Back to back, they faced each other,
Pulled thier pistols and stabbed each other.
A blind man saw it, a deaf man heard it,
And a man with no legs went to fetch the Fire brigade.
The Fire brigade was drawn by two dead horses,
Which ran over a dead cat and half killed it
This story was told by three fat women,
sitting at the corners of a round table.
Eating vinegar with a knife and fork,
Picking the currants out of a plain cake,
and trying to milk chocolate.
One had a wooden leg, which she scratched till it bled.
The other two saw this, andwalked off dead.
