Right, that's the spirit! This can be like that song that never ends!

O Holidays of Piney Flats!
The serve up roasted bats on spits
And wear their kilts and mohair hats
While flows the precious slivovitz.

The schoolchildren of Piney Flats! --
They entertain with clever skits
And do a dance with stickball bats,
But are too young for slivovitz.

[ December 19, 2001: Message edited by: smurd ]

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