Board Thread:Off Topic/Fun and Games/@comment-32950723-20170829224912/@comment-32634486-20170831035545

As Mr. Goodman paced around in his president hall, three leeks did a wacky pace dance in his courtroom, singing "Oh no! What we gonna do? The king likes Jeffy more than me and you. Oh no, what we gonna do? We gotta get em outta here!"

We could throw him in the dungeon We could let him rot in jail We could drag him to the ocean Have him eaten by a whale Wiseman#3: We could throw him in the Tigris Let him float a while Then we'll all sit back and watch him Meet a hungry crocodile We could put him on a camel's back And send him of to Ur With a cowboy hat without a brim A boot without a spur We could give him jelly doughnuts Take them all away Or fill his ears with chees balls And his nostrils with sorbet We could use him as a footstool Or a table to play Scrabble on Then tie him up and beat him up And throw him out of Babylon