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So Little
How can a butterfly fly
If Its wings are clipped and it's left to die
And how can you ask a whale to sing to the moon
If you've aimed at its throat and shot a harpoon
And how can you expect
The boy to cry wolf and save you all
If you've called him a liar and told him to stop his crying call
If you constantly make me feel in the wrong
How can you expect me to willingly play along
And why do you ask the mocking bird to sing his song
And the diamond ring to sparkle bright
And put those stars to shame at night
You expect so much from so little
It's like the train that would
No longer the little train that could
If Its wings are clipped and it's left to die
And how can you ask a whale to sing to the moon
If you've aimed at its throat and shot a harpoon
And how can you expect
The boy to cry wolf and save you all
If you've called him a liar and told him to stop his crying call
If you constantly make me feel in the wrong
How can you expect me to willingly play along
And why do you ask the mocking bird to sing his song
And the diamond ring to sparkle bright
And put those stars to shame at night
You expect so much from so little
It's like the train that would
No longer the little train that could
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