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These delicate lumps of of tendons, muscle, bone Carry on for mile, miles all alone. As their master's eyes close To escape from it's woes, These small little toes will keep fluttering along.
When I first danced I was an elephant Heavy and stomping and swaying my heavy tusks, The Duck would tell me "No No No! Don't stomp step lightly" and so thus I became a gorilla.