Well, someone has to be the slave, right?
Hinx, minx the old witch winks,
The fat begins to fry.
Nobody home but Jumping Joan,
Father, Mother and I.
Stick, stocks, stone-dead,
Blind men can't see.
Every knave must have a slave,
You or I must be he.
Personally, I just figure whoever beats me up less is the lesser of two evils.
Hinx, minx the old witch winks,
The fat begins to fry.
Nobody home but Jumping Joan,
Father, Mother and I.
Stick, stocks, stone-dead,
Blind men can't see.
Every knave must have a slave,
You or I must be he.
Personally, I just figure whoever beats me up less is the lesser of two evils.
what do you mean by that? it's 47' you know.
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