Cheers to choccy for sending me the original mail that ended up being this web page. I've turned it into a little program that does the random selection for you. No idea who the original author was, sorry!

For the next verse, simply click your browser's "reload" button. Keep singing!

Nick

I met her on probation wrestlin' gators,
I can still recall the hearing aid she wore.
She was talkin' in Swahili when she shot me,
and I knew it was a raven, nothing more.

I knew deep down I'd salivate forever,
She said to me that birthdays made her cry,
But who'd have thought she'd run off at her health club,
She freaked out on the lawn and screamed goodbye.

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