Gerrie, Wellie, Willoe had a pretty willy home,
Gerrie, Wellie, Willoe had some pretty tasty wine,
And once a month, they'd take it out POP,
And the neighbours would scream HURRAY HEY!
Jumble your words, buh-huh, it's fun,
Stumble your feet, guh-huh, it's dumb,
With drink in the gut, grape swell in the heart,
The light ones will be down in a POOF HEY!
Gerrie, Wellie, Willoe, had a pretty, willy home,
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Grim first heard the numerous voices singing this dumb song just when he and the tall, thin woman, Allora rose with the cloud.
By the time he was high up in the sky, close to reaching a distinct thundercloud that, unlike the many others around, wasn't moving, he had already buried his fingers deep into his ears.
He hated this merry song.
Why did SHE have to incite the others to sing it right now?
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