Talk:Kick/@comment-5463410-20130315211126/@comment-5620015-20130315213011

Brooke, the song goes,

"Here's a llama, there's a llama, and another little llama. Funny llama, fuzzy llama, llama llama duck.

Llama llama cheesecake llama tablet brick potato llama llama llama mushroom llama llama llama duck.

I was once a treehouse, I lived in a cake. But I never saw the way the orange slayed the rake. I was only three years old, but it told a tale. And now listen child, to the safety rail.

Did you ever see a llama, kiss a llama, on the llama, llama's llama, tastes of llama, llama llama duck.

Half a llama, twice the llama, not a llama, farmer llama, llama in a car, alarm a llama llama duck.

Is that how it's told now? Is it all so old? Is it made of lemon juice, doorknob ankle cold. Now my song is getting thin, I've run out of luck! Time for me to retire now, and become a duck."

And the song keeps repeating...