原文歌詞
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Hafdis made a list
Of all the birds
And the joy that exists in her world
Is increased by half
With feathers in her files
She’s entirely sure
That it’s whole
And needing nothing
It’s true
They buried
Twenty six pounds of cow muck
A decrepit ewe
And an aquavit cask
