Young kids, you got ’em bumping on the round, ripping on the shark, apo loving a lie,
But young kids were never given a lie, they were given,
Man this is your kingodm, this is your rais;n’ D’ETRE.
going to school, where you get lunch, cooked by the best, who know what you need,
To get through a gruel, of a Beadle, free angle, waltz of a twist of a natura, a block of broverda, sort that, free flight,
Little kids, who know what sort of lids, want their sons to go– you talking to me– high octane– by the bye nitrous
Slim leg,
When tramp was looking at Mt. Everest, and wanting a slide, he was looking with inkling
Spam of Human Affection 
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