Post by 00 Turok on Mar 2, 2005 23:05:23 GMT -5
*Sing to the tune of 'Deck The Halls'*
Deck the mews with mute and castings.
Fa la la la laaa -- la la -- la -- laaa
Tis the season to be hawking.
Fa la la la laaa -- la la -- la -- laaa
Flying hawks in rainy weather.
Fa la la -- la la la -- la -- la-- laaa
Still we choose to come together
Fa la la la laaa -- la la -- la -- laaa
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Watch the falcons stoop for quarry.
Fa la la la laaa -- la la -- la -- laaa
If you loose your bird don't worry.
Fa la la la laaa -- la la -- la -- laaa
We will all grab our recievers.
Fa la la -- la la la -- la -- la -- laaa
Search the cold as we all shiver.
Fa la la la laaa -- la la -- la -- laaa
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Launch the pigeon as she's soaring.
Fa la la la laaa -- la la -- la -- laaa
Falcon stoops are never boring.
Fa la la la laaa -- la la -- la -- laaa
Except when they just fly awa-y.
Fa la la -- la la la -- la -- la -- laaa
But if they come back it's oka-y.
Fa la la la laaa -- la la -- la -- laaa
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Flushing squirrels and some bunnies.
Fa la la la laaa -- la la -- la -- laaa
Trip and fall and get all muddy.
Fa la la la laaa -- la la -- la -- laaa
In the end we'll say it's worth it.
Fa la la -- la la la -- la -- la --laaa
And feed our birds more wholesome tidbits.
Fa la la la laaa -- la laaa -- laaa --laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa *(inhale)* aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa *(inhale again)* aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Does this song remind anybodies of one particular weekend?
Deck the mews with mute and castings.
Fa la la la laaa -- la la -- la -- laaa
Tis the season to be hawking.
Fa la la la laaa -- la la -- la -- laaa
Flying hawks in rainy weather.
Fa la la -- la la la -- la -- la-- laaa
Still we choose to come together
Fa la la la laaa -- la la -- la -- laaa
--------------------------------------------
Watch the falcons stoop for quarry.
Fa la la la laaa -- la la -- la -- laaa
If you loose your bird don't worry.
Fa la la la laaa -- la la -- la -- laaa
We will all grab our recievers.
Fa la la -- la la la -- la -- la -- laaa
Search the cold as we all shiver.
Fa la la la laaa -- la la -- la -- laaa
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Launch the pigeon as she's soaring.
Fa la la la laaa -- la la -- la -- laaa
Falcon stoops are never boring.
Fa la la la laaa -- la la -- la -- laaa
Except when they just fly awa-y.
Fa la la -- la la la -- la -- la -- laaa
But if they come back it's oka-y.
Fa la la la laaa -- la la -- la -- laaa
-------------------------------------------------
Flushing squirrels and some bunnies.
Fa la la la laaa -- la la -- la -- laaa
Trip and fall and get all muddy.
Fa la la la laaa -- la la -- la -- laaa
In the end we'll say it's worth it.
Fa la la -- la la la -- la -- la --laaa
And feed our birds more wholesome tidbits.
Fa la la la laaa -- la laaa -- laaa --laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa *(inhale)* aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa *(inhale again)* aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Does this song remind anybodies of one particular weekend?