Class For Sale

Westward lies the river
And beyond the turgid sea,
Eastward are the mountains
Where the marmots ramble free,
North are glaciers, south is heat,
Up is fruit and down is meat
In mutton form–oh, how they bleat,
They’re almost too darned sweet to eat!
Tucked in amongst them all are we
So cool it makes you shiver,
Splashing class like Fonzie’s fountain.
Need some? We deliver!


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