THE WHISPERING BANSHEE FROM URUGUAY:
Over the waves and under the sun,
She did fly and she did run.
Screeching all the way...
Shouting and screaming,
Her eyes, beaming.
Wailing all day.
Screaming away to glory,
Above fluffy clouds, hoary,
Towards heaven, she went soaring,
Amidst the white clouds, roaring.
Quarreling with the voice of thunder,
Standing in the land down-under.
Struck by lightening she fainted,
A hole in her throat, it rented.
Overpowered by silence,
Alas, ceased her darned nuisance.
She returned to Uruguay.
Silent in her bed, she lay.
Thus, did whisper the Banshee.
She can't scream now, can she?
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