Mucus, mucus, mucus, me old pal Mucus.
I thought one day with a grimace,
A Mucus needs a name!
So out he popped one morning,
Much to mother's shame.
I shouted out quite loudly, "Linus is to blame!"
To which a startled Father o'er,
The top of his great tome did mutter,
"Marcus, more like it, you little green bastard."
Ranted by Doomboy
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