lest we forget

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Date: Mon, Jun 23, 2003

The Puffin
by florence jacques

There once was a puffin just the shape of a muffin,
And he lived on an island in the deep blue sea,
He ate little fishes, which were most delicious,
And he ate them for breakfast and he ate them for tea.

But this poor little puffin, he couldn't play nothin',
'Cause he didn't have no-one to play with at all.
So he sat on his island and he cried for a while, and
He felt very lonesome and he felt very small.

Then along came the fishes and they said, "If you wishes,
You can have us for playmates, instead of for tea."
Now they all play together in all kinds of weather,
And the puffin eats pancakes, like you and like me.

--
"Do not EVER watch a Rammstein video when
you are fried on Hawaiian mushrooms."
--take my word for it

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From: ridetheory@yahoo.com (ignatz topolino)

At the Housefly Planet
Christian Morgenstern (Translated by Max Knight)

Upon the housefly planet
the fate of the human is grim:
for what he does here to the housefly,
the fly does there unto him.

To paper with honey cover
the humans there adhere,
while others are doomed to hover
near death in vapid beer.

However, one practice of humans
the flies will not undertake:
they will not bake us in muffins
nor swallow us by mistake.

or, if you prefer the original German:

Auf dem Fliegenplaneten

Auf dem Fliegenplaneten,
da geht es dem Menschen nicht gut:
Denn was er hier der Fliege,
die Fliege dort ihm tut.

An Bändern voll Honig kleben
die Menschen dort allesamt
und andre sind zum Verleben
in süßlichem Bier verdammt.

In einem nur scheinen die Fliegen
dem Menschen vorauszustehn:
Man bäckt uns nicht in Semmeln
noch trinkt man uns aus Versehn.

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ignatz topolino

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