(Here's a lullabye to prove other kids are better than yours.)
Away in a manger no crib for a bed,
the little lord Jesus lay down his sweet head.
The stars in the heaven looked down where he lay,
the little lord Jesus asleep on the hay.
The cattle are lowing, the poor baby wakes,
but little lord Jesus no crying he makes.
I love the lord Jesus, look down from the sky,
and stay by my cradle 'til morning is nigh.
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To the tune of Away in the Manger:
They told me the PC
is just so not cool.
"Hipsters buy Macintosh,
don't be a fool."
You don't want to end up
just like PC guy,
'cause he dresses stuffy
not like the Mac guy.
Now that I own one
the truth is revealed.
It won't run my software,
this they concealed.
I look awful cool
sitting next to this thing,
but hand me a bat
and I'll take a full swing.
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