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Anonymous
By: Isaac Asimov and another author I forget. Tune: Home On The Range
Oh, give me a clone Of my own flesh and bone With its Y chromosome changed to X. And after it's grown, Then my own little clone Will be of the opposite sex.
Chorus: Clone, clone of my own, With its Y chromosome changed to X. And when I'm alone With my own little clone We will both think of nothing but sex.
Oh, give me a clone, Is my sorrowful moan, A clone that is wholly my own. And if she's X-X, And the feminine sex, Oh, what fun we will have when we're prone.
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My heart's not of stone, As I've frequently shone When alone with my own little X. And after we've dined, I am sure we will find Better incest then Oedipus Rex.
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Why should such sex vex, Or disturb or perplex, Or induce a disparaging tone? After all, don't you see, Since we're both of us me, When we're having sex, I'm alone.
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And after I'm done She will still have her fun, For I'll clone myself twice ere I die. And this time without fail, They'll be both of them male, And they'll each ravage her by and by.
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