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When in doubt, pass out.

When in trouble, when in doubt, run in circles, then pass out.

Some say “scream” and some say “shout”, and some will dance and jog about.

Come sun and rain and salt and silt, come fog and bog and falchion’s hilt.

Come snarling orcs or mumbling toads, come idiots, anchormen, erroneous roads.

Come whatever may be seen or heard, by plane, train, rainbow, bus, or bird,

You’ll run away and back again, and perhaps exonerate yourself of sin.

But time will come when ’nuff’s enough; the gorram day’s been just too tough.

It’s people like me and you who know. Passing out’s the way to go.

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