| Veruca Salt the little brute
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| Has just gone down the garbage shute.
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| And she will meet as she descends, a rather different set of friends.
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| A rather different set of friends
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| A rather different set of friends.
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| A fishhead, for example, cut, this morning from a halibut.
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| An oyster from an oyster stew,
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| A steak that no one else would chew.
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| And lots of other things as well,
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| Each with it’s rather horrid smell, horrid smell.
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| These are Veruca’s new found friends
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| That she will meet as she descends.
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| These are Veruca’s new found friends!
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| Who went and spoiled her, who indeed?
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| Who pandered to her every need?
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| Who turned her into such a brat?
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| Who are the culprits? |
| Who did that?
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| The guilty ones, now this is sad,
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| Dear old mom and loving dad. |