Back in the saddle again Up where a fiend is a friend And we all are zippy With jokes oh so nifty… Back in the saddle again.
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A bit of metaphysical shenanigan Occurred for our shy Miss Anna Gram She sensed there was some prophecy Swimming in the saladry So, our budding seer Put on her hat of wizardry.
"Oh carrots! Oh relish! Oh raisins! Oh cabbage! Tell me the future without So much flappage.
Where should we go next? What should we do? But don't speak in clues! We have quite a lot of us And it will be just too easy To confuse cues from clues!"
The coleslaw glared, with umbrage, At its tormentor most bold. " What need thee with clues? True direction is written in my bowl.
Eat me, upend me, and wash me out well Then read details of the next trail Elf will blaze Under my high glossy glaze."
Like royalty, the gang supped on slaw. They used their best manners So there was no unsavory brawl.
When the last shred was eaten And the bowl washed and dried All gathered around " Read it, Anna! " they cried…
In tones that made shivers spinf up each spine Anna read
"Dick Van Dyke."
And that was all it said.
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