There once was a boy in this world of lore,
who, upon too far a journey, met with a boar.
The boy thought "my, what prey",
and leapt at it with intent to slay,
and before long, the boy was conscious no more.
kaka wrote:Foxes and boars turned inside-out.
Ground to wursts. Topped with Kraut.
Others die,
of hunger they cry.
I swallow them whole with a nice, cold stout.
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