The winds that come from the south they’re often warm
They often howl with a mighty rawr that fill the room
But can come on without so much as to warn
Though silent or loud, they can equally lead to doom
The cause of the winds is naught discoverable
Though studied at length, and studied again we have
Though usually the results prove most unrecoverable
The efforts we went to prove for naught trying to save
So I stick it out anyway and tolerate
Even though it’s quite difficult
For even though it’s stinky enough to obliterate
The toots I can’t claim are your fault.
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