You can sing this to the tune of Home on the Range, an American Folk Ballad written by Dr. Brewster Higley:
Oh give me a home
where the bacon won't roam
and graze on the lettuce all day
where the blue cheese is real
not a curdled up peel
and the milk's not all cloudy and grey
Home, home of the strange
The eggs have just hatched out today
Where the roast beef is heard
Mooing over the chard
And the chicken wings molted away
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Home of the strange is amazingly expressed in this song....10