Prodigy when it comes to violence, sort it in one night
Wiser now I’ve licked salmon
Big swigs from the flagon
Two digs for the colour on the back of a wagon
New digs, back of a catalogue, cat’s fattened
On foot, do it analogue
Hot foot it when the cans are gone
Frosty out so stick a geansaí on.
Alchemisland 
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