There once was a stork...
Named Mickey Rork.
I believe this stork, was from New York...
I believe this stork from New York named Mickey Rork, never
would eat pork.
I believe this stork from New York, named Nickey Rork, that did not eat pork, was a vegetarian, and wore a hat, made of cork.
Now, this stork, named Nickey Rork, from New York, that did not eat pork, that wore a hat that was made of cork, sometimes would shoot pool for money and was known by his friends as kind of looking like a crazy long beaked dork.
This stork was over due a change of luck from bad to worse...
You see, this stork, named Nickey Rork, from New York, who was a vegetarian who never ate pork, who wore a hat made of cork, who looked like a long beaked dork, who played pool for money, was flying over head when he was shot by a hunter, named gunter, and now would be driven home in a herse.
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