because I never say anything like normal people do, I will send a greeting to all my friends who celebrate Easter with revised lyrics to "Easter Parade"--and a deep apology to the estate of Irving Berlin:
I sit on my keister/to write a song 'bout Easter/enjoy your cured ham feast..and pass those sweet yams..around...
I can be so blunt friends/enjoy your dyed egg hunt friends/of course, I'll really want some of that chocolate..you found..
How I envy you!
I envy you!
The clothes that you wear..
fancy holiday hair!!
See, I'll get no ham serving
although I am deserving..
Because, like writer, Irving
MOTS can NOT eat..this fare
(I think I probably read too much MAD Magazine growing up)
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