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If I might add some Slovak music class:

Behold my war horses. They will take me to war.

I have an apple. This is a metaphor for virginity.

My horse stepped on my pinky toe. It hurts like a bitch and now I’m gonna die.

There is this girl named Mara and she Hates Having Her Hair Combed.

I spilled some cherries on the road. Somehow I ended up with a husband too pretty for hard work. I am ok with this.

Hey uh. Those girls from Vienna sure own a lot of skirts. I wish I wasn’t poor.

Danube

I am terrified of the Sleeping Beauty because what if I kiss her and fall into a coma.

The story of inevitable death as told by an overly ambitious shooting star.

A Greek tangerine and a male orange have a wedding. The orange gets kidnapped and made into orange juice.

It’s Sunday!! Let’s get wasted!

Hey, rooster. If you enter that lily garden we will kill you and bury you under that bench over there.

And more!

Czech music class at elementary featured such iconic songs, such as:

a guy saving a broken angel from the ruins of a church, helping them rise again

the cryptid at Moravia's bog

a guy being hanged for drunkenly getting into fights

a madman's lullaby

a man wanting to kill his goat

a guy who killed two men and committed suicide after burying them

three lemons surviving a boat crash

the US' civil war and about the nonsense of warfare

a wildfire

a horse falling in love

the existential crisis of growing up and the never ending flow of time