Toothy wrote:Time for another thong. That's thong not thong, of courthe. Here goeth... (thung to the tune of 'Thhe' as thung by Charleth Ath-No-Voithe)
Hee hee. I love the original Toothy but your verthion ith muthh better.

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In true Igor fathion I
revive one of my per-odieth, ath I call them, from the old board. One line hath been updated for ethoteric reathonth. Ok, 1, 2, 3, many!
When I wath jutht a little Igor
I athked my mathter, what will I be
Will I be crooked, with a big hunch?
Thith ith what he thaid to me...
Que Thera Thera
Whatever will be, will be
The future'th not ourth to thee,
Que Thera Thera.
Yeth mathter, I replied.
When I wath young, I fell in love
I athked my Igorina, with my left head,
Will we have elbowth, day after day?
Here'th what my thweetheart thaid...
Que Thera Thera
Whatever will be, will be
The future'th not ourth to thee
Que Thera Thera
What will be, will be.
Now I have Igorth of my own
They athk their old Igor, what will I be
Will I have more handth, and many thtitcheth?
I tell them tenderly...
Que Thera Thera
Lithten to me, you thee,
The future'th yourth to thew
Que Thera Thera
What you'll do, you'll be.
*Note the toothy thmile.