| On the morning of the day of the apocalypse
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| Willy woke up and made himself bacon and eggs and rye toast
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| He didn’t usually eat bacon, but since today was such a special day
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| He figured why not
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| Like most people these days
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| He had a hard time keeping his food down
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| But that didn’t stop Willy from eating
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| He enjoyed food too much
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| Willy went outside, he loved to breathe fresh air
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| But he went outside anyway
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| He decided to head across the street and visit his good friend Bob
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| When Willy got to Bob’s house, he found that Bob, in utter despair
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| Had shot himself in the head
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| «Some people have no patience whatsoever,» Willy proclaimed
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| «Well, I’m not going to kill myself
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| I’m sticking it out, today’s a special day
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| The last day of planet Earth and I’m going to enjoy myself
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| Maybe today I won’t go to the health spa
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| Maybe I’ll just stay here and drink all of Bob’s beer
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| Or maybe when Bob’s wife comes home, I’ll take her out dancing
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| Yeah, that’s it, dancing
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| I’m going home to get changed»
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| Willy raced out the door into the street
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| Not noticing the runaway steamroller
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| That flattened him into a pancake in less that one second
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| The World would have to end without Willy |