I would not like to die... but to sing a little song!
There once was a unicorn who lived in a bag,
He had a friend, Lori, who was an old hag,
She smoked her cigar until the sky was black,
Then the unicorn drew a gun from his hat.
Never smoke in front of my unicorn friend,
Or else it might aswell be the end.
I say goodbye, and thanks for listning
to my song which I wrote... What the hell rymes with listning?
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