This is the song I sang last nite during dinner. I changed the versions every so often, but you get the idea:
Oh, give me a home where the buffalo roam
And the deer and the antelope don't play
Where seldom is heard a suffering word
And the bbqs are not smokey all day
Home, home on the range
Where the deer and the antelope can't play
Because antelope is crispy
And the deer are left lonely all day
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