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 outside Fresno wrestlin' gators,
I can still recall those training pants she wore.
She was talkin' in Swahili in the twilight,
and I knew it was a raven, nothing more.

Her rabbi said I'd stay a dwarf forever,
She said to me man wasn't meant to fly,
But who'd have thought she'd blast off while in labor,
She fell beneath the wheels and cried goodbye.

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