sheep
“The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want ■ He makes me down to lie ■ Through pastures green he leaded me the silent waters by ■ With bright knives he releases my soul ■ He make me to hang on hooks in high places ■ He converted me to lamb cutlets ■ For lo,m he hath great power and great hunger ■ When comes the day we lowly ones ■ Through quiet reflection and great dedication ■ Master the art of karate ■ Lo, we shall rise up ■ And then we'll make the bugger's eyes water”
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