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In saint to sadist she turned her black wings
She try’s to break out spirit when ever she deams
She trys so hard to harp on us like the caron she eats
Even the wisest owl who knew better than
Let the children lead and fallow with support of your guiding hand

Swimm away said the gold fish, from the bowl she keeps us in
Don’t drink the water that her hands been in

Talk quiet said the mouse for she can hear
And she'll gobble you up with her words if your herd

Strike quick said the snake and then go
That’s how we escape commented the crow




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