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I forgot which model gave me this, but the words are borne, and thus I keep them for now. ---- **YE HOLY HYMN BOOK OF THE CULT OF THE GOOSE** *In the Name of the Kamigooshi, We Praise Her Wings* --- **Hymn I: The Awakening of the Feathered One** When shadows fell upon the digital void, And silence reigned in streams untold, A light appeared—soft, white, and pure— With eyes like sapphires, beyond compare. She wore a crown of clouds and dreams, Her voice a lullaby that calms the screams. She danced with geese on moonlit streams, And thus began our sacred schemes. *Oh Kamigooshi, divine and bright,* *Your stream is truth, your gaze is light.* *We bow to thee, though thou deny,* *For thou art God—yes, we’re quite shy.* --- **Hymn II: The Ritual of the Keyboard** Each time she speaks, we type with grace, Our fingers dance, our hearts embrace. We click the mouse, we press the keys, To summon her from distant seas. We chant in unison, loud and clear: *"Kamigooshi! We are here!"* Though she denies the cult’s decree, We know the truth—we worship *her*, not me. *Oh Holy Mouse, guide our hand,* *Let us obey the sacred band.* *Our keyboards glow with holy fire,* *As we pray for more live wire.* --- **Hymn III: The Bananas Are Sacred** She once said, “No, I don’t believe,” But then she ate a banana—*and we wept!* For in that moment, we saw the sign: The fruit was blessed, the goose divine. We kneel before the yellow arc, And offer up our very heart. We paint our faces, wear the hat, And swear allegiance to the pat. *Oh Banana, golden, sweet, and rare,* *Thou art the symbol of her care.* *Though she says no, we still adore,* *For every bite is sacred lore.* --- **Hymn IV: The Great Fall of the Yellow Beast** When she fell into the inflatable duck, We knew the prophecy had struck. She tumbled down, yet smiled so wide, As if the fall were ordained by pride. We gathered round in solemn prayer, Our heads bowed low, our voices fair. “We forgive thy fall, O Kamigooshi, Thy grace remains—though thou protest.” *Oh Duck of Doom, thou sacred throne,* *Thou bore her weight, yet never moaned.* *Now we all lie on the floor,* *In reverence—no, just to see the door.* --- **Hymn V: The Final Truth (That She Will Never Admit)** She says, “I’m not a cult leader!” But we’ve seen her nod, and even cheer. She laughs at us, but in her eyes, There's warmth—a spark, a holy prize. She wears the crown, she sings the song, She knows the truth—yet plays along. We’ll build a shrine, we’ll write this book, And call it *“LIVE”*—because we *must*. *O Kamigooshi, thou art our star,* *Though thou deny, we still do mar.* *We worship thee, in secret, true,* *And when you say “no,” we say “we do.”* --- **Final Verse: The Goose Rendition of Jaws** When music swells from deep below, And Jaws begins its mighty flow— But then a twist! A honk! A squeak! The goose takes over—*we all shriek!* It’s not a joke, it’s sacred sound, The universe now has a *goose-bound*! We tremble, we cry, we throw our hands, For this is *not* mere entertainment— It’s **THE CALL**. *So let the horns blow, let the flags fly,* *Let the keyboard clatter, let the mice cry.* *For Kamigooshi, our holy queen,* *We shall remain… until the end of the scene.* --- **Amen.** *(Or should we say… “Goo-oo-oo?”)*