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him tepee is leaning, him wigwam is broke, as round-eye I'm lame-o, as red-man I'm joke

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the stars they are falling, the kingdom is bare, two new friends in one day, girl and boy brown hair

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the arctic is blooming, with permafrost farts, white bears gaunt and dying, with groans fits and starts

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the gate has been mended, the latch it fits tight, let's wastrel those undead then rest for the night​

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pile on some happy, and load up on fun, the weather's been crappy, but soon we'll have sun

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the robins are pecking, out in the front yard, as short days grow longer, and winds blow less hard

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we're still on the wrong path, but that's just my say, for I suck at math and my words have no sway

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attendance is falling, our numbers are down, so retool the slogan, and send in the clown

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the shorter the message, the longer the pain, I reckon we're finished, and won't meet again

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skin scrubbed, hair shiny; whorphan pretty now, to all but himself

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with meows and cuteness it earns a free ride, but please make sure kitty stays locked up inside

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his bladder is bursting, his stomach is filled, that damn food addiction will yet see him killed 

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a rap in the silence, a creak on the stair, great joy comes from living, in a haunted lair

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the birds are returning, we welcome them here, their coming must signal that fair Spring is near

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a friendship of species, has gathered right here; now rejoice at ant, mayfly, lark, bass, and deer

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a fly in the ointment, a wrench in the gears; the system must reboot, so break out the beers

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the big bitch is snoring, and kicking the air, her laziness causes my heart to despair

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the bar has been lowered, the standards are gone, we've naught left to cherish but wine dance and song

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this gun isn't loaded, it only shoots blanks, so lay off the anger and pile on the thanks 

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the demons of old have great strength and brash style, with such fearsome hold they're to last for a while

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some shuffle, some sham – thanks ma'am and wham-bam

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a mighty sweep, on crimson stair, and look – along come goats loud bleating

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skip, stop; skid, drop; poor sop