| Well, once in a town by Kapokee Land
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| There was a path, a sea and a land
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| The neighbors weren’t very nice though
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| They made is a mysterious place to go
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| The giraffes they didn’t' know what to do they weren’t very happy at the zoo
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| They stretched their long and slender necks
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| To try and get the leaves
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| They couldn’t and the gorillas cried boo hoo
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| They didn’t' dig life at the zoo
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| They could only eat and piss and poo
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| While the humans examined everything they’d do
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| They teased and laughed at the animals
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| Made faces at the animals
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| But what the humans didn’t know
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| They were confined in cages that didn’t show
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| So the peopel came and went away
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| Back to the ever daily day
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| With little to do and less to say
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| And their minds would wander
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| And their thoughts would stray
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| Past the walls of Kapookee Land
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| Castles of mud, rivers of sand
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| What they wouldn’t understand
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| Is they lived in a prison built by man
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| So man survived and life went on
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| Stood on the verge of getting it on
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| Never knowing all along
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| That somewhere something was all wrong
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| The walls that he sat behind
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| Were vague and undefined
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| And so he’d never find
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| He was confined inside
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| Our bars are invisible |