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They reproduce asexually at quite a lively clip.
When one was bought and beamed aboard,
(all snuggled close and warm),
We didn’t know it soon would spawn a thriving tribble swarm.
Tried phasers, force fields, tractor beams, chicken wire and glue.
Our Lady of Communications won a ship-wide bet
By bagging the most tribbles in a handmade fishing net.
A gang of Klingons dropped their shields, and this is what we saw:
A chance to pack our tribbles off, and maybe break the law.
We beamed them to that Bird of Prey, which soon was homeward bound.
And little pieces of her crew were all they ever found.
The crew is back together, and I sit here at my post.
The tribbles now are all forgot, well then again, almost.
Transporter beams got scrambled where a nest of them had bred,
And somewhere down at StarFleet are two men with tribble heads.
And it’s been there for a week;
I tried to bring it in the house
But that only made it shriek.
Oh, there’s something in my garden,
And I tried to feed it brie,
But it only smiled and tried to eat
My best apple tree.
But it never understood,
And although it hasn’t learned to read,
I see that it is good,
Oh, I see that it is good.
Oh, there’s something in my garden,
And I can't see any legs,
It has no wings or feathers and
It isn’t laying eggs.
It seems so smart and wise.
So I think I’ll turn it loose on her
And give her a big surprise,
A marvelous surprise.
to discover
a professional-quality studio CD of some of his best parodies,
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