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!

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I met her incognito poppin' uppers,
I can still recall that purple dress she wore.
She was talkin' in Swahili with Miss Piggy,
and I knew they'd hate her guts in Baltimore.

The judge declared I'd live off her forever,
She said to me she'd have a swiss on rye,
But who'd have thought she'd yodel with her guru,
She sent a hired thug to say goodbye.

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