Then God said to Moses: "You're strong, Let's go up this hill, come along." He went, scratched his scabs, Then picked up the slabs, Where God wrote his own bill of wrongs.
With boss gone, the tribe had a laugh, They boozed, drank and partied, not half! The gals loosed their tresses, And hitched up their dresses Knee-high, showing much golden calf.
Then Mo down the mountain descended, He saw this, and went quite demented, And smashed up his rocks, Put the bits in a box, And thus was the jigsaw invented.
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