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I tawt I taw a puddy tat
Bordering hyperbole songs Mom sang to me
in a sarcastic menagerie without a cuttlebone
with no Nightingale to hear my Mom sing
"I tawt I taw a puddy tat"
from the coffin where she laid down to sleep
rocking my cradle of a canary saying pease
bordering hyperbole songs Mom sang to me
ain't it funny how cream scrapes off the whey
"I tawt I taw a puddy tat"
in a sarcastic menagerie without a cuttlebone
with no Nightingale to hear my Mom sing
"I tawt I taw a puddy tat"
from the coffin where she laid down to sleep
rocking my cradle of a canary saying pease
bordering hyperbole songs Mom sang to me
ain't it funny how cream scrapes off the whey
"I tawt I taw a puddy tat"
Published 6th Oct 2023
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