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July 14, 2014 / hbrowne4

John’s Song

To the tables down at this House, to the place where John O’ dwells, to the dear old Centre that we love so well . . . Sigh the Inksplinters assembled with their glasses raised on high and the magic of their scribbling casts it’s spell . . . 27578_lamb

We are poor little lambs who have lost our way, Baa Baa Baa, We are little black sheep who have gone astray Baa Baa Baa.

Yes, the magic of their scribbling of the stories loved so well “Shall I Wasting” and “Mavourneen” and the rest. We will serenade our John O’ while pen and ink shall last, then we’ll pass and be forgotten with the rest . . .

We are poor little lambs who have lost our way, Baa Baa Baa, We are little black sheep who have gone astray Baa Baa Baa.

Gentle scribblers off on a spree doomed from here to eternity, John, have mercy on such as we, Baa Baa Baa.Little-Lambs

We are poor little lambs who have lost our way, Baa Baa Baa, We are little black sheep who have gone astray Baa Baa Baa.

With profound apologies to The Whippenpoofs of Yale

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