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The Song Challenge:   Dull Men of the World Unite -- LONDON (Reuters) - Now there's a Web site for the man who has everything except a life. Promising to free its readers from the pressures of trying to be "in and trendy," www.dullmen.com reviews dull books, tells dull jokes and lists dull events for every month of the year.  "In March, we like to watch maple trees during sugaring time.  Sap dripping just right to watch -- the right pace, the right suspense," suggests the site run by the U.S.-based National Council of Dull Men.  Laid out in shades of grey, black and white, it also offers a test with questions like "Do you like to watch airport luggage carousels?" and "Do you like English food?" to help readers find their true selves.

Drip, Drip, Drip by MMario

MMario's Comments:  With apoligies to whoever wrote the music for "1776" (and to all who tap maples).

I'm waiting for the drip, drip, drip
of the sap that's flowing out
I'm waiting for the drip, drip, drip
On this snowy winter morning
In this chilly Vermont sugar-bush
God knows the temperature cold enough
to freeze my blood, let alone the sap.

*spoken* God, isn't this exciting?   What happens next?

I'm waiting for the plop, plop, plop
of the sap as down it drops
I'm waiting for the plop, plop, plop
On this snowy winter morning
It's only been three hours
gone by as if in minutes
here it comes! another drop!

*spoken* That makes almost a teaspoon!  Isn't this fascinating? 

I'm waiting for the drip, drip, drip
of the sap that's flowing out
I'm waiting for the drip, drip, drip
On this snowy winter morning
In this chilly Vermont sugar-bush
God knows the temperature cold enough
to freeze my blood, let alone the sap.


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