Tis been my habit, Every Once in a while, To venture forth cross the sea, To the fair Emerald isle, For twas there that my forbears, In times now long forgotten, Sowed the seeds wherefrom which, I was finally begotten, And I'd be glad and elated, If it t'were found to be, That we could be related, In distant ancestry, But if our paths someday cross, Don't ever be fooled, If you try me at poetry, You'll get yer arse schooled,
It will be announced as soon as broke Finkel and Frank manage to find the money from somewhere. Still negotiating with venue's.. yeah I wonder why...