| Like father like son
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| Not flesh nor fish nor bone
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| A red rag hangs from an open mouth.
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| Alive at both ends but a little dead in the middle,
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| A-tumbling and a-bumbling he will go.
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| All the King’s horses and all the King’s men
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| Could never put a smile on that face.
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| He’s a sly one, he’s a shy one
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| Wouldn’t you be too.
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| Scared to be left all on his own.
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| Hasn’t a, hasn’t a friend to play with, the Ugly Duckling
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| The pressure on, the bubble will burst before our eyes.
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| All the while in perfect time
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| His tears are falling on the ground
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| BUT IF YOU DON’T STAND UP YOU DON’T STAND A CHANCE.
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| Go a little faster now, you might get there in time.
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| Mirror mirror on the wall,
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| His heart was broken long before he ever came to you.
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| Stop your tears from falling,
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| The trail they leave is very clear for all to see at night
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| all to see at night.
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| In season, out of season
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| What’s the difference when you don’t know the reason.
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| In one hand bread, the other a stone.
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| The Hunter enters the forest.
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| All are not huntsmen who can blow the huntsman’s horn
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| By the look of this one you’ve not got much to fear.
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| Here I am, I’m very fierce and frightening
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| Come to match my skill to yours.
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| Now listen here, listen to me, don’t you run away now
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| I am a friend, I’d really like to play with you.
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| Making noises my little furry friend would make
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| I’ll trick him, then I’ll kick him into my sack.
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| You better watch out… You better watch out.
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| I’ve got you, I’ve got you, you’ll never get away.
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| Walking home that night
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| The sack across my back, the sound of sobbing on my shoulder.
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| When suddenly it stopped,
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| I opened up the sack, all that I had
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| A pool of bubbles and tears — JUST A POOL OF TEARS.
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| All in all you are a very dying race
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| Placing trust upon a cruel world.
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| You never had the things you thought you should have had
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| And you’ll not get them now,
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| And all the while in perfect time
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| Your tears are falling on the ground.
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| The Squonk is of a very retiring disposition and due to its ugliness,
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| weeps constantly. |
| It is easy prey for hunters who simply
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| follow a tear-stained trail. |
| When cornered it will dissolve itself into tears.
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| True or False? |