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Ode to Richard (polite version)
He seeks it here
He seeks it there
He seeks that deep bog everywhere
When he finds it
He's in heaven
When we run through it
We're in depression
Ode to Richard (more explicit version)
He seeks it here
He seeks it there
He seeks that deep bog everywhere
When he finds it
He's in heaven
When we run through
We're in the shit
Owed to Richard (true version)
Muddy shoes,
perhaps some lost
Aching limbs,
perhaps some broken
Filthy clothing,
perhaps some bogbound
Smelly socks,
perhaps some thrown away
No, that's going too far!
No one throws away socks
Even smelly ones.
Hale Richard, The Discoverer
He runs up hill
He runs down dale
He tries the beach
His features pale
He finds a bog
He's now ecstatic
We run his bog
We're apoplectic
Just wait till we get our hands on him!
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