This old goat with beard of grey
He turns his leather gripped cane
Those times you clapped and called for, «Quiet.»
They’ve come to hold you, ain’t that nice?
He packs a fat oom paul to Jib and make home-baked perfume
Sip froth from soft, warm joe
Snug eiderdown bedclothes
You know the way that I hide
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He turns his leather gripped cane
Those times you clapped and called for, «Quiet.»
They’ve come to hold you in the
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