Woob a bee boo ba bee baby
In the wham wacham space ship station
Love thou neighbor thou might love thy breakfast
Kings, queens, princesses, and toads
What would you say
If I told you
I'm going back to sleep
For thy guidance lies just above the left brow
On the crooked brown sticky line
For if I told you that
Then you must bathe in thy holy h20
Sitting on a fence is not what this is about boo bah
Pashika wam.
Flubber
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