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How Ernie Stole Bingo
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Every Bingoer, down in Bingoville, liked bingo alot.
But Ernie, who lived just north of Bingoville, DID NOT!
Ernie hated bingo! The whole bingo room!
Now don't ask why. We will know soon!
Perhaps Ernie's head wasn't screwed on just right
or perhaps his pants were just too tight
But the most cause of it all
was that ernie's brain was two sizes too small.
Whatever the reason
his pants or his head
Ernie just stood there, looking bright red!
Staring down from his desk with an evil ernie frown
looking down at the warm colored daubers going to town
for he knew every bingoer down in bingoville beneath
were hanging mistletoe upon their cheery seats
"And they're hagning their cards," he said with a sneer
"Tomorrow is bingo! It's practically here!"
Then he growled, his ernie fingers nervously drumming
"I must find a way to keep bingo from coming!"
For tomorrow he knew.....
All the bingo girls and boys
would wake up and make lots of noise
Oh the noise noise noise of bingo
That's the one thing he hated, the noise of bingo on slingo
Then the bingoers, young and old, would sit down to a game
and like to see lights around their name
They would start with bingo-corners and rare bingo-cover all
Which is something he could not stand at all
Please be aware this is a work in progress
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