*walks up to the stage with my guitar and grabs a microphone*
Ladies and Gentlemen . . . In honor of the Peace that has broken out in the ASG,
I will sing a song . . .
They say roses are red and violets are purple
Sugar's sweet and so is maple syrple
And I'm the seventh out of seven sons
My pappy was a pistol, I'm a son of a gun.
Dang me, dang me
They oughta take a rope and hang me
High from the highest tree
Woman would you weep for me . . .
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Thank you, thank you!
And now, for my next song . . . 
