mr.mincemeat@syteka.UUCP (mr.mincemeat) (11/16/83)
The sun is shining And I am waiting Smelling oil. Smelling oil. Down there they're so happy (wood so warm) I hear them laughing (cold hard steel) They're laughing at me! But I see them Scope eyed see them Eye see them! See them... Running! Running and squeaking, not laughing But I still laughing Now it's me laughing At the humorous bugs -- And I smell the powder And I look at them run They're not happy now, Poor little bugs Poor poor bugs. mr.mincemeat {ucbvax,hao}!{menlo70,hplabs}!sytek!toms