There once were two pigs
Butch Cassidy and Sundance
They were best pen pals
And together they loved to prance
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I never saw her
Only her words
She told me of Uganda
Ugandan birds
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The Stag it ran through fields and woods
Flitting here darting there
Running fast from men with hoods
Fast as a hare
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Of the essance
Yet always there
The immortal invisible
Thing in the air
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Folowing that nocturnal gem
On thier way to Bethliehem
Spirits guiding
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