[Xavier]

strange...
I wonder what it is

I got the same it's from the alf mail thing

Fuzzles roasting on an open fire,
Interns beatin’ on your back,
Chants being chanted by a one-mudokon choir,
And Khanzumers hungry for a snack.

Everybody knows a headport or strategically placed lever,
Helps to save a tortured race.
Mudokon slaves, with their eyes stitched up tight,
Will find it hard to work tonight.

They know that Abe is coming to free ‘em;
He's loaded lots of brew and munchies on his elum.
And every moolah lovin’ Glukkon’s gonna try,
To make our pesky heroes into pie.

And so I'm offering this simple phrase,
From Abe, Munch, and the other Inhabitants, too,
Although its been said, many times, many ways,
Happy Hol-ODD-days…. to you.

-from Alf and all the Inhabitants