Wailing for the death of the great Valucian
The dog God turned master died too soon
All hope is pinned now on the great hero Lucian
No more shall we eat from the garbage cans
No longer shall the cat get the couch
For our we not the best friend of man
And for those who sit in wait and crouch
Beware for we will all choke on Bologna rind
For as we breathe you shall release Fella
Or there will never be any peace treaty signed
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