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} Here's one. It's sad, but sweet. I sent it to someone else today too.
}
} > Sing me a song again, this time the one about the two unicorns who
} > didn't recognize each other because one of them was wearing a plaid
} > suit.
}
} Oh I sing a song of wonderous woe,
} Of unicorns who better should know,
} I sing my song both sad and slow,
} I sing of the suit of the Quayle.
}
} Oh Harbo grazed once in the meadow so sweet,
} And Alabax nibbled the whinnysome wheat,
} And all of their happiness then was complete,
} Until came the suit of the Quayle.
}
} Oh Harbo went then to the city so grand
} From whence they did rule all the whole of the land
} And served as the steed of Vice President Dan,
} With the suit and the name of the Quayle.
}
} Oh Alabax froliced in meadows outdoors
} But Harbo consorted with terrible bores
} and PACsters and other political whores,
} Who wore the plaid suits like the Quayle.
}
} Oh Harbo stayed there for a year and a day,
} But they called Dan a virgin and called Dan a gay,
} And so the Vice President sent him away,
} But gave him a suit of the Quayle.
}
} Oh Harbo bounced back with a spring and a hop,
} With some treats in a bag from Tiffany's shop,
} But poor Alabaxis, she thought him a G.O.P.,
} Because of the suit of the Quayle.
}
} Oh She snorted and howled and lowered her horn,
} And stabbed him right through like a good unicorn
} Should stab anyone Republican sworn
} And wearing the suit of the Quayle.
}
} Oh poor Alabax was both sorry and sad,
} And Harbo was slain, but the blame's to be had
} By the horrid and dreadful and hateful and plaid,
} The vile, plaid suit of the Quayle.
}
} Oh I sing a song of wonderous woe,
} Of unicorns who better should know,
} I sing my song both sad and slow,
} I sing of the suit of the Quayle.
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