drowned the Matterhorn

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But they all were small to the cellar he took when he set out to sail, And Noah he often said to his wife when he sat down to dine, "I don't care where the cheap wow gold water goes if it doesn't get into the wine." The cataract of the cliff of heaven fell blinding off the brink As if it would wash the stars away as suds go down a wow gold sink, The seven heavens came roaring down for the throats of hell to drink, And Noah he cocked his eye and said, "It looks like wow gold rain, I think, The water has drowned the Matterhorn as deep as a Mendip mine, But I don't care where the water goes if it doesn't get into the wine." But Noah he sinned, and we have wow gold sinned; on tipsy feet we trod, Till a great big black wow gold teetotaller was sent to us for a rod, And you can't get wine at a P.S.A., or chapel, or Eisteddfod,