God rest ye, prunefaced sausages, let naught

God rest ye, prunefaced sausages, let naught be out of reach / Remember Kathleen Davidson was born on Pismo Beach/
To save us all from broccoli, tomato, corn, and peach / Oh tidings of sausage and cheese. Sausage and cheese. Oh tidings of sausage and cheese.
God rest ye merry Sausagemen / let cheese now flow your way / Remember Pork our saviour / was carved this blessed day
Were boiled in iron pots for stew / and served without delay! / O tidings of sausage an joy / Sausage and joy / O tidings of sausage and joy
/ With full bellies rest ye merry giants / and quaff more honey mead / O tidings of sausage an' joy / Sausage an'joy / O tidings of sausage and joy! As the giants nodded off Jack
crept over the threshold into the next room. It was a stone rotunda of sorts, lined with chests that were twice as tall as he was. "No giant will stop me now!" Jack cried, bounding
up the side of one of the massive chests to get to the treasure. Jack lifted the heavy top of the chest so he could see inside.
Jack was astonished, inside the chest there was a really cute kitty, Jack couldn't tell if it was friendly or aggresive, until
The seal barked in the bedroom and the cat told him everything was fine. The cat licked his hanc and greeted the postman. A certified letter arrived and she signed for it.
She closed the door and standing on two legs she leaned her back upon the door. She ran the envelope across her nose and whiskers imagining who's life she was about to put to ruin.

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