Pish Posh,
Pay Them No Mind Dear...
How can I not be in tuned to You?
Just look at your radio knobs.
And I've Grown Accustomed to the Fact
That Your Alphabet Only Contains 25 Letters
Because Someone Must Have Thrown Your D's
Onto Someone Else.....
I tell Her I Go For The Food
But We All Know, Their Little Chickens
Taste Like The Sky Fell on Them
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