Flea-Brained and Beautiful
Sing a song of sixpence,
Secretly and soft,
Crouch in all the corners,
Sneak about the loft.
Munch a bunch of carrot-sticks,
Chomp and chew and grind,
Dig your fingers in your ears,
Sniff at what you find.
Soliloquize your monologues,
Roll them off your tongue,
Throw out all your underwear,
And sing what’s not been sung.
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