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 in a nightmare with her father,
I can still recall that little hat she wore.
She was breakin' out with acne in her muu-muu,
and I knew it was a raven, nothing more.

I knew deep down I'd stay a dwarf forever,
She said to me she'd have a swiss on rye,
But who'd have thought she'd grovel with no clothes on,
She fell beneath the wheels and cried goodbye.

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