| Pressed rat and warthog have closed down their shop
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| They didn’t want to; |
| 'twas all they had got
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| Selling atonal apples, amplified heat
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| And pressed rat’s collection of doglegs and feet
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| Sadly, they left, telling no one goodbye
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| Pressed rat wore red jodhpurs, warthog a striped tie
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| Between them, they carried a three-legged sack
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| Went straight round the corner and never came back
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| Pressed rat and warthog have closed down their shop
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| The bad captain madman had told them to stop
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| Selling atonal apples, amplified heat
|
| And pressed rat’s collection of doglegs and feet
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| The bad captain madman had ordered their fate
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| He laughed and stomped off with a nautical gait
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| The gate turned into a deroga tree
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| And his peg leg got woodworm and broke into three
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| Pressed rat and warthog have closed down their shop
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| They didn’t want to; |
| 'twas all they had got
|
| Selling atonal apples, amplified heat
|
| And pressed rat’s collection of doglegs and feet |