| Little yellow spider, laughing at the snow
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| Ah, maybe that spider knows something that I don’t know
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| Cause I’m goddamn cold
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| Little white monkey, staring at the sand
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| Well, maybe that monkey figured out something I couldn’t understand
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| Who knows?
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| Well, I came upon a dancing crab, and I stopped to watch it shake
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| I said, «Dance for me just one more time
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| Before you hibernate and you come out a crab cake»
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| Hey there, little snapping turtle, snapping at a shell
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| Ah, there’s mysteries inside, I know
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| But what they are I just can’t tell for sure
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| And hey ya, little baby crow, you’re looking kinda mean
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| I think I outta spit before you start letting off your steam
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| For sure
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| And hey there, little sexy pig, you made it with a man
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| And you’re got a little kid with hooves instead of hands
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| And oh, all the animals
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| All the animals
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| And hey there, little mockingbird, they sing about you in songs
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| Ah, where you been? |
| Have you broke a wing?
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| I haven’t heard you in so long
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| And hey there, little albatross, swimming in the air
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| Ah c’mon, you know I can’t fly
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| And I, I think we really outta play fair
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| And hey there, Mr. happy squid, you move so psychadelically
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| You hypnotize with your magic dance all the animals in the sea
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| For sure
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| And oh, all the animals
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| All the animals
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| And hey there, Mr. morning sun, what kind of creature are you?
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| I can’t stare, but I know you’re there
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| Goddamn, how I wish I knew
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| And hey there, Mrs. lovely moon, you’re lonely and you’re blue
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| It’s kinda strange, the way you change
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| But then again, we all do too |