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The Golden Mheese
I stared into the abyss with my hate-filled eye,
My thirst for vengeance filling me with pride.
He stole my heart, he stole her twice,
If I were not wary he'd have stolen her thrice.
The cow-like man ran down with the goose,
That freaking unbelievable, slippery moose.
I don't understand why he did it so,
But because of his actions he is now my foe.
I speak of the three, the killers of geese,
The gold-cloaked heroes, the golden mheese.