I'm Helplessly Lying On The Ground
Staring Here, There And Around
Imagining Those Cute Thangs, So Pretty And Round
Which Got Me Hooked On The Greatest Bound.
I Heard An Adorable Sweet Sound
That Is Worthy As An Egg, Even More Than A Pound
Very Rare And Not Yet Been Found
Many Failed, Even The Greatest Hound.
I Got Heaped Up Into A Mound
And Salutes 'Em Organs Of Sight Which Are So Abound
They Reminds Me Of How I Nourished And Wound
When I Was Led To The Greatest Globe And Got Shut In A Pound.
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