Who called you?
Don't cross the doorstep.
Don't come into the room.
Was the door kept ajar?
How did you get so near?
I never called in.
You were never sent for.
I won't give in.
You may count times four!
Why you are here?
I won't go anywhere.
My home is sweet home.
I'll stay in this room.
You bring so chill air!
It douses my summer fire!
Get off, I say, right now.
I won't ever bow...
I can't make them feel sad - -
Who, I know, will miss me hell bad!
They are all pretty good.
And with them I am damn glad.
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