THAT GNOME GAVE ME RABIES

I went to the woods to find firewood for home,
There I met a mean, nasty, evil old gnome,
I'm not sure which was worse,
His bite or his curse,
I got rabies and my mouth is starting to foam.

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I BURN GREEN FIREWOOD

My good firewood was running real low,
I had lots of green stuff but, it burned like a foe,
You burn green it is said,
When you're between frozen and dead,
And, green wood makes a creosote fire woe.

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