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My name is Dave, I'm polite and clean I left my home in Aberdeen To be your host, that is my task All for the fun and a season's pass So under the table with your feet If you like garlic you're in for a treat You'll sit and dine with cheapo wine The recipes will work out fine With fancy puds you will be nourished All presented with a flourish At the end of the week goodbye my friends Next week I do it all over again. Up the lift, must not be late Find the ski school, they won't wait Hello, and what's your name? Do you think we ski the same? Bend ze knees, don't lean back Snake down in line, like on a track This is how you need to be It's counter-intuitive you see. Under the lift, in full view Two people collide Ouch! I'm glad that wasn't me or you. Stop for lunch, sit in the sun Do the moguls, have your fun But do take care, take care a lot If you fall you may not stop. It's nearly over all too fast This morning's lesson is the last "So 'ave you learned somesing? asks Jean-Louis We all reply "Oui merci".
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Dec 18, 2011
Dec 18, 2011 at 10:54 AM UTC
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My name is Dave, I'm polite and clean I left my home in Aberdeen To be your host, that is my task All for the fun and a season's pass So under the table with your feet If you like garlic you're in for a treat You'll sit and dine with cheapo wine The recipes will work out fine With fancy puds you will be nourished All presented with a flourish At the end of the week goodbye my friends Next week I do it all over again. Up the lift, must not be late Find the ski school, they won't wait Hello, and what's your name? Do you think we ski the same? Bend ze knees, don't lean back Snake down in line, like on a track This is how you need to be It's counter-intuitive you see. Under the lift, in full view Two people collide Ouch! I'm glad that wasn't me or you. Stop for lunch, sit in the sun Do the moguls, have your fun But do take care, take care a lot If you fall you may not stop. It's nearly over all too fast This morning's lesson is the last "So 'ave you learned somesing? asks Jean-Louis We all reply "Oui merci".
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Dec 18, 2011
Dec 18, 2011 at 10:54 AM UTC
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