found .. in a diary of course .. from around feb 2006
One of these days, not later but sooner
I'm going to build me a ship that is lunar
Then I'll sail far away
for an hour or a day
Till I reach the moon's shores on my magical schooner.
There once was a strapping young farmer
He fancied himself quite a charmer
But his dowry demands
Won him not many hands
Now he wanders his fields wearing armour.
I have heard that out there on the prairie
They will kill you if you are a fairy
But on Sunday they rest
Go to church in their best
Holy bloodstains! Now isn't that scary?
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