I asked my parents for a zombie named Meg
I groped and I moped and I beg
Just for a zombie named Meg
I promised to pick up after it
And feed it
But I had no idea what zombies ate
Now I know what the living dead
Got fead on
I guess that’s why I am now a living dead.
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