Benny, The Red-Clad Mountie	 Oh Goddess. 

 I am *sooooooooo* sick. I am _such_ a sick puppy.  I blame this entirely
on too much sugar at the holiday office party, too much holiday stress,
and _way_ too little to do my last day at work before vacation. (I
definitely need Santa to bring me an evil twin for X-mas so I'll have
someone to blame these psychotic episodes on....) 

 O.K. Now, in the holiday spirit of a little newbie, baby DueSer
[apologies if it's been done before!] I offer: 

 [*IMPORTANT NOTE!*: You MUST, *MUST*! sing it out loud-- and I mean *with
feeling*!-- to get the proper effect!] 

 O.K.? 1...2...3...Go!	*Benny, The Red-Clad Mountie* by Dianne T. DeSha
 Cat.Goddess@pobox.com
 

  

 Benny, the Red-Clad Mountie, (Mountie!)
 Had a very wolfish dog, (Like a husky!)
 And if you ever fed him, (Fed him!)
 You could say he ate like a hog. (Jelly doughnuts!)
 
 All of the other Mounties (Mounties!)
 Used to laugh and call him names; (Like "Dudley"!)
 They never let poor Benny (Benny!)
 Play in any Mountie games! (Like Otter-Toss!)
 
 Then one windy Chicago day,
 Benny came to town:
 "Now, my father's ghost to ease--
 Paging Det. Armani, please!"
 
 Then all the women loved him, (Loved him!)
 As they shouted out with glee: (Oh, _baby_!)
 "Benny, the Red-clad Mountie, (Mountie!)
 You can come and stay with me!" (Lose the bedroll!)
 

 Dianne
 (hiding, quick, before the guys in white coats show up....)
 Bright Solstice, A Cool Yule, Merry Christmas, and Happy Kwaanza to all!
 Dianne la Mercenaire... -*- <cat.goddess@pobox.com>
 Vanity Web Page-- http://moonlight.dreamhost.com/lamerc/