I'd like to tell you a story of twenty-seventy three,
All about a woggusog, a bottle of xeno, and me.
It was on a faraway planet, we landed at its dawn,
And before the day had ended I saw every comrade gone.
The woggusog it lived there and it had an appetite,
And after I saw it eat my friends it gave me quite a fright.
Our spaceship lay all over the ground in shreads and steely tatters,
There wasn't a weapon left to fight with or anything that matters.
I fetched a bottle of xeno out of my torn space suit,
And I reached down for my corkscrew that I always kept in my boot.
I swallowed a swig of xeno and spit in the woggusog's eye.
The woggusog wiggled its forty limbs, like a glutton reaching for pie.
I stood alone on an alien planet to fight for the human race.
The woggusog lifted its ugly head and I belted it over the face,
With the bottle of xeno, of course, my lad, and I saw it wriggle and squirm.
I broke its limbs off one by one, and I trod on it like a worm.
I sprinkled xeno over the beast from its north end to its south,
I sprinkled xeno from head to tail, and I poured it into my mouth.
And when the monster dissolved in smoke, (you may believe I'm daft),
But out of the empty xeno bottle I fashioned a fine space craft.
I left the dying woggusog cursing the day of my birth,
I said a prayer for the friends I lost and blasted off for Earth.
Open theat jug of xeno, lad, and have a drink with me.
To the days of old, the days of gold, the days of seventy-three!
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I HAD A MYSTIC DREAM LAST NIGHT!!!
GOD APPEARED TO ME IN A DREAM, AND
TOLD ME THAT HE DOES NOT EXIST!!!
I guess that's pretty conclusive.
Data entry by Judy Bemis
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