Here's a little something I whipped up. It's silly, but please read it and then
pass it on. You may add verses if you feel necessary.
Thanks.

Jen Coe.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY PAUL GROSS

*OR*

DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT IS TO FIND STICKERS WITH MOUNTIES ON 'EM?


I went looking on April 30th,
It was a sight to see,
I searched a search on Infoseek
And what popped up at me?

Well what do you know,
Well what do you say,
It's a very special time,
It's Paul Gross' birthday!!!!!

(well well, and me looking for mountie stickers...)

So I travelled down
to the middle of town
to see if any Mounties
Were to be found.

Alas, alack, a tourist town
Has nothing in April or May,
Except for Mountie mooses,
For the tourists that come this way.

So I percieve a market here
At least for me, and maybe more
To cash in on this phenomenon,
We need a Mountie store!!!!

(I'm sure they sell Mountie stickers *somewhere*)

So the sad story is told
About a fine April day
When nothing but fuzzy brown mooses
(with *black* pants, but let's not go into that)
Were all that were coming my way.

So here's to Paul on his 38th,
Happy Birthday from Kingston O-N,
And if i could just find some Mountie stickers...
But I can't so I quite... now.. THE END.

(Thank you kindly...)


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