The Mustache King
I saw a mighty manly mustacheHigh up on the mountain,Majestic whiskers blowing free,A flowing hairy fountain.The one they said no man can claim,Too wild to ever tame.A 'stache like that without a faceIs such a cryin' shame. So I saddled up my trusty horse,I brought my mustache rope.I rode to meet the mustache rogue,To catch it was my hope.I tracked it through the rain and cold,I hardly slept or…
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