Sounds like a song these kids at my school would sing.One by one we bite the dust.
We kick the bucket and begin to rust.
Give up the ghost when your number's up.
We all fall down.
Ashes to ashes, bones to paste.
You wither away in your resting place.
Locked away in a wooden case.
We all fall down.
I've wrangled lasses, and I've wrangled Os. As far as I'm concerned, puttin' em both together just saves rope!I'd rather mention this lasso.
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I'm going to play some games now.