The Legend of the Mermutt
Lads, pour me an ale, and I’ll sing ye a story
Of a creature alluring that dwells within the deep
With a howl so charming it’s pretty alarming
One look in her eyes, and your soul’s hers to maintain
We spied her one morning, with nary a warning,
When she flopped on the deck with the remainder of our catch
For such a dishonor, we thought we have been goners,
But the candy little pricey simply needed to play fetch.
It’s TK, by way of Casey Robbins.
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