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(Must be read with a Cajun dialect).
I'm hunt de worgur,
I'm hunt de spider,
I'm hunt de nymph so silly,
Las' night I tek mah sword an go
to hunt de Mantrap Lily!
I done heard dem Mantraps' tough,
but got experience neat!
I figger I got get me some,
and have coleslaw to eat!
Aroun' de ben' I'm comin' wif
my sword held high, you see,
And suddenly den I spy de plant
a lookin' back at me!
Oh Sacre Bleu! I t'ink I'm blin'!
Hol' Kerah, I no can see!
I run aroun', fall on the groun',
an bump inna gotdang tree!
I let fly wid' my "Firestorm" spell
De plant he do collapse,
While I half dead, do fumble 'bout,
until my senses lapse!
Comin' to, I start to run,
an' head off for my shack,
It smells lak a mill'un Mantraps be
a ridin' on my back!
My wife she meet me at de door,
She sic on me de dog,
She say "You no sleep here tonight,
Go out and sleep wid' hogs!"
So I stumble out to the pigsty,
an, Mais Cher, what you t'ink,
Dat ol' sow she have none o' dat
because of awful stink!
So I hunt de Mantrap Lily no more,
Not fer de sport nor soup,
For if it's pee she smell so bad,
Lan' Sakes! What if it poop?!!
-Sazerac
[This message has been edited by Sazerac (edited 05-24-2001).]
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