| Pan-amoebic algebra, breed bizarre bacteria, what to do, oh what to do
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| Africanized killer bees, alabastar dieties, milk from spoons, sip milk from
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| spoons
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| Within the ruins against the firth
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| The salamander has given birth
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| Only red horse rainbows can save us
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| Let them run wild and asunder
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| Call the royal guard to let the people in
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| Flaming arrows by hundreds
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| Pull the bog man from the peat, stand him up on both his feet
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| He jigs and reels, he jigs and reels
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| Infiltrating silver crabs, carry a most scented flag
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| To their front lines, to their front lines
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| Within the ruins
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| Against the firth
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| The salamander has given birth
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| Only red horse rainbows can save us
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| Let them run wild and asunder
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| Call the royal guard to let the people in
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| Flaming arrows by hundreds
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| And now the salamander
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| Run to the tower and call up the magus
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| If he has caused this, we’ll tear out his pages
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| Throw 'im in shackles
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| And remove his hands |