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The Mad Woodpecker I sat on my deck Enjoying the sun Sipping coffee Ignoring the dreck
When I heard the sudden PECK! PECK! PECK! Pile driving hammer Of a Woodpecker
The RAT-A-TAT-TAT Rattled my saucer Tossed liquid Out of my cup
I leaped from my seat Went around the house Trolled the neighborhood Looking for that Echoing Battering refrain
RATTA-TAT-TAT-TAT Rattling through my brain Driving me insane RATTA-TAT-TAT-TAT
I couldn't find The Red-headed Reprobate Pecking his way Through my yard Like a freight train
I can't call the city I can't call the county I can't call Dr. Phil There is no pill To control this ill
RATTA-TAT-TAT-TAT Can't see where he's at! The Mad Woodpecker On the loose... Where will he next attack?
Possibly, your neighborhood?
[Edited 6/20/11 21:52pm] "Music gives a soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination and life to everything." --Plato
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lawd, this would PWN John Keats.
If I wasn't afraid of needles, I'd have this tatooed on my chest!
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