bambi

Turnip boil
Add some oil, then you’re done
I’m not a chef, but I write of meals
‘Cause I’m divided and never summed
What do I mean, what do I mean
Is this a lyric, or a pun?
It’s not for you, it’s not for you
It’s for me and my dum-dums

Is that a food, or a ga-roup
Am I Spinoza or am I Seuss?
Is the answer clear, Is the answer clear?
Am I a figure lone,
Or a troupe?

Invite trouble, do I invite trouble,
With tired voice, and irking woe,
Can you be my friend, can you be my friend?
Eyes glisten, I look a doe:

I look-a dumb

I look-a sad

I gnash my teeth,

I look-a mad!

I rear my hooves

And grind my pads

I fix my nose-

I lift my ass,

With charge prepared,

I fix a glare

Towards that unseemly scar,

And like my mom,

Who was yet a fawn,

I do battle with

...A car

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