Ray's Revisin' the Plant List

Ray, how are you doing with that plant list? Red wants it right away.

It's coming along Rayetta, anon.

Let me see.

No.

Come on Ray. Let me see.

No.

Ray, I'm not asking you any more, gimme that.

No. Stop it Rayetta. Stop it. Owwwwwwwwwwwwwww!

What's this then Ray? This doesn't spell like any plant list I've seen in these parts. Hmmmm. I see. It's that nonsense song yer always singin' that annoys everyone so much, spelled out. It's

Pistol Packin' Pooters

pistol packin pooters pack them pistols round
pistol packin pooters pistol cracks resound

pistol packin pooters like to play outside
where gases dissipate and little newties hide

refrain Oh, ...

pistol packin pooters are armed up front and rear
so all the evil doers have duality to fear

Oh, ...

pistol packin pooters, eat cabbage soup with ale
and due to poor digestion, we fart just like a whale

Oh, ...

pistol packin pooters, can seldom hold a job
so we prowl around, for bourgeoisie to rob

Oh, ...

at pistol packin parties, the bullets really hum
for extra fun amusement, we light each others bums

Oh, ...

(Pistolo pooteranus), our species tops the charts
this proves that brains and mass, don’t measure up to farts

Oh, ...

at pistol packin sports events there’s hardly any bets
no one can take their eyes off of the pistol pooterettes
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Jeez Louise! Pistol pooterettes! No wonder recruitment is down!

The ArkDruid