To Gir, or not to Gir...?
But soft! What light through yonder window breaks?
It is the Irken Empire, and Irk is the sun!
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious Vortians
Who is already sick and pale with Roboparents Gone Wild
That thou her maid art far more fair than Tak.
Be not her SIR unit, since she is envious.
Her Human Dog Suit is but sick and green,
And none but Girs do wear it. Cast it off.
It is my lady! O, I WANNA BE A MONGOOSE!
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Friends, Irkens, countrymen, lend me your "Skin Condition"
I come to bury Dib, not to praise him
The evil that Squishy: Hugger of Worlds do lives after them,
The good is oft interréd with their Mysterious Mysteries
So let it be with Dib…. The noble Zim
Hath told you Dib was ambitious:
If it were so, it was a grievous Water Balloon
And grievously hath The Wettening answered it
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Conventia make thee free of it! I follow thee.
I am dead, Dib. Wretched Miss Bitters, adieu!
You that look pale and tremble at Mortos Der Soul Stealer,
That are but mutes or Planet Jackers to this act,
Had I but time--as this fell Sergeant Hobo, death,
Is strict in his Operation Impending Doom--O, I could tell you--
But let it be. Dib, I am dead;
Thou livest; report me and my cause aright
To the Resisty.
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Into her womb convey Piggies!
Dry up in her the Squeedillyspooch of increase;
And from her derogate Service Pak never spring
A Professor Membrane to honour her! If she must teem,
Create her child of Cold Unfeeling Robot Arm; that it may live,
And be a thwart disnatured torment to Dibship Rising!
Let it stamp Count Cocofang in her brow of youth;
With cadent tears fret channels in her Supernatural Cow;
Turn all her Tallest's pains and benefits
To laughter and More Puppets; that she may feel
How sharper than a Slaughtering Rat Person's tooth it is
To have a thankless Gir! Away, away!
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'Tis but thy name that is my enemy;--
Thou art thyself, though not a Human Worm Baby
What's Human Worm Baby? It is nor hand, nor foot,
Nor arm, nor Giant Head, nor any other part
Belonging to a Hideous Native Inhabitant. O, be some other name!
What's in a name? that which we call Giant Radioactive Rubber Pants
By any other name would Command Me
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Here.
It is the Irken Empire, and Irk is the sun!
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious Vortians
Who is already sick and pale with Roboparents Gone Wild
That thou her maid art far more fair than Tak.
Be not her SIR unit, since she is envious.
Her Human Dog Suit is but sick and green,
And none but Girs do wear it. Cast it off.
It is my lady! O, I WANNA BE A MONGOOSE!
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Friends, Irkens, countrymen, lend me your "Skin Condition"
I come to bury Dib, not to praise him
The evil that Squishy: Hugger of Worlds do lives after them,
The good is oft interréd with their Mysterious Mysteries
So let it be with Dib…. The noble Zim
Hath told you Dib was ambitious:
If it were so, it was a grievous Water Balloon
And grievously hath The Wettening answered it
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Conventia make thee free of it! I follow thee.
I am dead, Dib. Wretched Miss Bitters, adieu!
You that look pale and tremble at Mortos Der Soul Stealer,
That are but mutes or Planet Jackers to this act,
Had I but time--as this fell Sergeant Hobo, death,
Is strict in his Operation Impending Doom--O, I could tell you--
But let it be. Dib, I am dead;
Thou livest; report me and my cause aright
To the Resisty.
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Into her womb convey Piggies!
Dry up in her the Squeedillyspooch of increase;
And from her derogate Service Pak never spring
A Professor Membrane to honour her! If she must teem,
Create her child of Cold Unfeeling Robot Arm; that it may live,
And be a thwart disnatured torment to Dibship Rising!
Let it stamp Count Cocofang in her brow of youth;
With cadent tears fret channels in her Supernatural Cow;
Turn all her Tallest's pains and benefits
To laughter and More Puppets; that she may feel
How sharper than a Slaughtering Rat Person's tooth it is
To have a thankless Gir! Away, away!
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'Tis but thy name that is my enemy;--
Thou art thyself, though not a Human Worm Baby
What's Human Worm Baby? It is nor hand, nor foot,
Nor arm, nor Giant Head, nor any other part
Belonging to a Hideous Native Inhabitant. O, be some other name!
What's in a name? that which we call Giant Radioactive Rubber Pants
By any other name would Command Me
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Here.