Cheers to choccy for sending me the original mail that ended up being this web page. I've turned it into a little program that does the random selection for you. No idea who the original author was, sorry!

For the next verse, simply click your browser's "reload" button. Keep singing!

Nick

I met her in a treehouse sort of pregnant,
I can still recall that burlap bra she wore.
She was crawlin' through the prairie when she shot me,
and I knew that she would be a crashing bore.

She asked me if I'd have my rash forever,
She said to me her brother's name was Hy,
But who'd have thought she'd yodel with her dentist,
She told her fat friend Grace to say goodbye.

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