My Favourite Things
The Microphones
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When the dog barks
When the bee stings
When I'm feeling sad
I start to remember all other bee stings and dogbites I have angrily had
So I grip my teeth and I tear my hair out
And I clench my fists and quiverling I stare out
The window of my fortress hung in a tree
And I promise I'll sting if you ever find me
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