Wanted

I'm wanted and I'm running out of time.
I'm wanted and I can't help my little rhymes.
As you can see they're chasing after me.
They can't even see me climbing up a tree.
I hear the sirens from my perch in the tree.
A light shines on me, oh how can it be?





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