The Marmot by Soren Donahue

The Marmot

I met a marmot,

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Who stole my garment,

I was about to knock him with my axe,

Then he started to play the sax,

A traveler came down the road and he looked as if he swallowed a toad,

He looked at the sax,

And said it could pay tax,

I said back off you old lax,

Or I ‘ll knock you with my axe,

Then I chased that old toad down the road,

Then that marmot ran,

That old scram,

I rammed him with my axe,

And he dropped his sax,

I shoved him into a rock,

And it gave him a shock,

Then I asked him if he’d do my a task,

And he said I’d rather pick up a flask with a mask,

I tied him to my door,

Out in a deserted moor,

Then he said let me go you hen,

Then he said THE END.

 

 

 

 

 

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