| I own a happy midget—I walk him in the yard
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| He’s tethered to a leash—we don’t go very far
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| Stumpy arms and legs—prancing by my side
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| He trains so hard—I promised him—one day we’d go outside
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| Oh, my proud little man
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| Summersaults and handstands
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| Show me those silly midget tricks
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| When I clap my hands—he jumps and does a flip
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| I tell him that it’s time—he shrieks and wets the floor
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| When I attach his leash—he drags me to the door
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| We will show the people—who used to laugh at you
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| Just what a special midget—can be trained to do
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| Oh, stubby dwarven friend
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| My companion till the end
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| Runs just as fast as he can
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| Don’t forget to flip—when I clap my hands
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| Strutting down the street—he's on his brand new leash
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| He tries to jump on people—I keep him out of reach
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| All the people ask me—why I treat him wrong
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| I tell them they did worse—then we sing our song
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| «Happy little midget, running down the street
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| Happy little midget, skip on stunted feet
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| Walk my funny midget, watch him do his tricks»
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| Then I clap my hands—he jumps and does a flip |