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!


I met her in a treehouse with her father,
I can still recall that purple dress she wore.
She was talkin' in Swahili on her elbows,
and I knew I'd have to scrape her off the floor.

The blood test showed I'd play "Go Fish" forever,
She said to me her basset hound was shy,
But who'd have thought she'd bobsled with no clothes on,
She sealed me in the vault and smirked goodbye.

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