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Cybertron
--Justin Low
Travelling in space,
Through the Milky Way,
Chased by evil beings,
And blasting all the way!...Pow! Pow! Pow!
All the years of fighting,
It makes robots sad.
But after today's battle,
We now sing this ballad:
Cybertron, Cybertron,
Megatron is dead!
The Autobot, Optimus Prime
Shot him through the head!...Hey!
Laserbeak, Laserbeak
Tried to save his life.
Ironhide and Bumblebee
Stabbed him with a knife!
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Rooster and Charlie's Adventures in Africa
--Hans Park
Night time in the African continent. A time when all is quiet. "Somewhat peaceful" thought Charlie as he lay down to go to sleep. Soon he was fast asleep and in Dreamland for the day's walk had been very long and rigorous. He was awakened by the sound of drums. Charlie looked at his watch, it had been three hours since he had fallen asleep. "The natives are restless" thought Charlie as he looked around, but this was useless as all was dark. But the drumming did not stop. Carefully as not to make any noise he got out of his tent and looked around. Of course he couldn't see anything seeing as how it was the middle of the night. The drumming persisted, the same continuous beat. Charlie began to walk around the campsite carefully, hoping to get a better idea of where the drumming was coming from. He had gotten to the fourth tent when he realized that he had isolated the sound of the drums. It was coming from inside the tent itself. Cautiously he opened the front cover and turned on his flashlight. And he saw...his friend Rooster playing on a set of bongo drums that he had brought along on their safari.
Muscky Man
--Jennifer Law
I want to be a woman. Oops! I am already one! I want a man. I want to get married. I want to have children. I want to have 21 children. I want to give birth every year, until the age of 40. I am waiting in the Review Library. I am looking outside the window of Review Library's window. I see a man. He pushes the door of Review Library. He steps in. He is coming towards me...looking at me...talking with me...asking me if I can be his wife..I am thinking...I am observing...I am counting...40, 32, 37...40, 32, 37,...40, 32, 37,...Wow! He has muscles! Big muscles! Gorgeous muscles! Bouncy muscles! He has muscles everywhere, even in his cheek! He has reddish and round muscles on his cheek...very attractive! I decide to marry him...because of his cheek...
I want to be old... I don't want to work... so does HE, the Muscky man! And we can spend time together! everyday... everynight... every minute... every second.
I want to die... so does HE, the Muscky man! Then we can spend time together in the grave yard, seeing all our children come to VISIT us.
I want to be born... so does HE, the Muscky man! And he becomes my twin brother... and then we spend time together for the next whole life!
Question: I never know the name of the Muscky man...
Then, I ask Jennifer, and she answers...
"This Muscky man is named Santa Claus!"
Victory Song
--Justin Low
From Gilbert and Sullivan's P.M.S. Pinafore, there's a song called, "He is an Englishman." (I think that's the name). I've made some modifications in reference to the night of October 30, 1995, the Quebec Sovereignty Referendum.
"They are Canadien" - sung by Jean Chretien
The are Canadien.
For the Quebecers have voted,
And the rest of us are comforted,
That they are Canadien.
That they are Canadien.
They may have supported Johnson,
Jacques, or Marc, or Lucien,
But what counts is in the end.
But what counts is in the end.
But with the conflicting reasons,
To create a brand new nation,
They remain Canadien.
They remain Canadien.