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The Ants are my Friends
The ants are my friends, they're blowing in the wind, Dead ants are blowing in the wind! The beavers are my friends, Logs are dropping on their heads, Dead beavers are sinking in the wind! The birds are my friends, They are being shot by kids, Dead birds are falling in the wind! The bunnies are my friends, The bunnys get put in nooses of wire, Dead bunnies flopping in the wind! Little puppies are my friends, They're smooshed by cars, Dead little puppies stinking up the wind! Small gerbils are my friends, Running to death on wheels with no end, Dead gerbils are spinning in the wind! Sick poets are me, and I'm my friend, And we're all blowing in the wind, Falling sick poets in the wind, splat! Darn... One less sick poet to kill. Put the gun away, we don't need it now. |
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