| He always looked behind him, scared somebody would jump him. |
| put him on
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| the ground so he’d come around to the sound of people laughing. |
| 'cos the
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| whole world loved to mock him. |
| sun and moon both pointed at him. |
| kids
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| would crick their necks to get a better view. |
| well, it really did his
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| mind in, and we wanted to protect him. |
| so we placed his face in a
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| smash-proof case and placed it in the fridge. |
| they giggled in the
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| corners, whispered lies across the borders. |
| they derided him and chided
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| him 'til he carried out their orders.
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| so he dashed into the limelight, played at hamlet for a fortnight. |
| waved
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| his arms and screamed demands for some respect. |
| but they just could not
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| excuse him, it was really too amusing. |
| so he packed his sack and
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| scrambled back to safety in the fridge. |
| and i swear i saw his spirit skim
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| the sky with nothing near it. |
| piled armour-plated roller skates, white
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| feather train to steer it. |
| scared somebody would look up, gesticulate and
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| throw up. |
| send him flitting, flitting scarred behind a cloud.
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| but for him, there’s no escaping, no hole big enough to hide in. best
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| just to stay nicely out the way in safety in the fridge. |
| in the village
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| bells were tolling, in the town the dogs were howling. |
| it was armageddon,
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| tanks crashed head-on, planet earth was drowning. |
| then the devil sent a
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| shower, europe died in half an hour. |
| and a demon wind just finished off
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| the rest. |
| but our friend, he took a teabreak, idly munching on a
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| fish-cake. |
| quite oblivious and ignorant but cosy in the fridge. |
| it’s so
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| cold there, in the fridge. |
| it’s so icy, frosty. |