The Great Almighty Pickle:

Lord Fin, Lord Fin, now there’s a man
Who no one’s fancy would tickle,
And he owes it all to his constant companion
The Great Almighty Pickle
The Great Almighty Pickle

Chorus
The pickle, the pickle, now run and cower,
It’s not sweet, but dill, and oh so sour,
It’ll cause you to suck in your cheeks for hours,
And that’s why Fin’s so dour.

Now Bulwye was a barbarian true,
Honest and loyal, he’d die for you,
But with that pickle, he would not screw,
So mighty was it’s power
So mighty was it’s power

Chorus

Now sweet little Nyia was a gorgeous sight,
And she had a constant giggle.
But though she tried with all of her might,
She could not yank out Fin’s pickle
For her there was no slap and tickle

Chorus

Now the Bard, he was a clever lad,
To men he was good, but to ladies so bad,
And he thought of Lord Fin much like a dad,
So he walked right up and kicked Fin in the ‘nads.

Chorus

Fin screamed out “Now stop that, Gar-rick!
You bastard! You brigand! You shit! You prick!”
But the cunning Bard’s plan seemed to do the trick
And out popped the Almighty Pickle
And out popped the Almighty Pickle

The pickle, the pickle, now run and cower,
It’s not sweet, but dill, and oh so sour,
It’ll cause you to suck in your cheeks for hours,
But now Fin is no longer dour
But now Fin is no longer dour

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