Us Cool Dorks

In the flow'ring spring when the lilies bloom, in the garden the arbor rings with song, the birds forecast the winter's doom, and the leaves turn in no way that is wrong. From God's scepter the sunbeams flash, US COOL DORKS we likes to eat porks don't fuck with us or we'll be mean I'm gonna go to the basement and play pool with the cat amen! say, do you have a light? that's all right. us cool dorks don't like to fight. the end.

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