>Deep down in Japsterdam close to the Old 'chans>Way back up in the boards among the everblues>There stood a log made of /co/al and ligs>Where lived an orange girl named Mymy Schoppenboer >Who never ever learned to trace or 'jak so well>But she c

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Zaryan 02/06/25 (Thu) 23:06:37 No.60508

>Deep down in Japsterdam close to the Old 'chans
>Way back up in the boards among the everblues
>There stood a log made of /co/al and ligs
>Where lived an orange girl named Mymy Schoppenboer
>Who never ever learned to trace or 'jak so well
>But she could be gemmy just like a-posting a cob
>Gem gem
>Gem Mymy gem!
>Gem
>Gem Mymy gem!
>Gem
>Gem Mymy gem!
>Gem
>Gem Mymy gem!
>Gem
>Mymy Schoppenboer!
>She used to carry her gun on her white back
>Go sit beneath the tree by the school track
>Oh, the pirate would see her sittin' in the shade
>Gemmin' with the arts that the /co/GODS made
>The 'jakkers passing by, they would stop and say
>"Oh my, but that little orange girl could be a gem"
>Gem gem
>Gem Mymy gem!
>Gem
>Gem Mymy gem!
>Gem
>Gem Mymy gem!
>Gem
>Gem Mymy gem!
>Gem
>Mymy Schoppenboer!
>A Zaryan told her, "You will always be a gem,
>And you will be the leader of da big ol' kway
>Many 'teens comin' from boards around
>To watch you be gemmy when the 'log goes orange
>Maybe someday your name'll be stickied
>Sayin' 'MymyWABAG!'"
>Gem gem
>Gem Mymy gem!
>Gem gem gem Mymy gem!
>Gem gem gem Mymy gem!
>Gem gem gem Mymy gem!
>Gem
>Mymy Schoppenboer!