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Oh cheeky,
Oh naughty
so perceptive
And I wonder how you

But these finks don't walk too
A bad of direction
And so they stumble in three's
a strange collection

Oh you headless
Can those poor teeth take so much
always so charming
As you peck your way up

And these don't dress too well
No
To be a all the time
such dedication

Oh sir, will you let it go by
'Cause I failed tests with my legs both tied
In my place the stuff is all
been ever so sad for a very long time

My, my wanted the works, can you this and that?
I got a letter back
More fool me, bless my
fool me, bless my soul
More fool me, bless my

Oh perfect
They thrive on
They all look so
Till find their way up there

But dead finks don't talk too
got a shaky sense of diction
It's not so much a living
just a dying fiction