Industry Ham, Industry Ham,
Why aren't you part of a Glindustry Sham?
I looked up your Aunt, she was covered in Jam,
referring to me as a "Unionized Clam".
Believe me, old boy,
I'd be hard-pressed to see,
an Industry Ham who's as shameless as me,
I'd part with my children and splinter my knee,
for a chance to make LUST to an Evergreen Tree.
"A tree?" said Muldoon, as he danced a fine jig,
belt-sanding his face with a Cobbler's Wig,
"You'd prob'ly equate it to slaying a pig...
I wish I could help, but my BONES are too big!"
THE END?
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