Sterquilinium
(to the tune of O Christmas Tree)
O Naugahide, O Naugahide
Thy texture doth confound me
O Naugahide, O Naugahide
With Naugahide surround me
From whence you came
We cannot know
The Nauga's land
No compass shows
O Naugahide, O Naugahide
How lovely and profound thee
Tuesday, June 27, 2006
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