Fore Hind Poem by Thomas Kane
Fore Hind
I say if you knew, would you play a few a tune
A song written once heard, sure bet you will bitten
Hooked in line, but weight here comes the sinker
Leave it all behind for the fore hind is ahead
With the horn now blarin this creature stands a staring
And frankly as can be
you see the second hand a nearing
So you gonna stand a glaring
Well friend its time we best go and see
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