I have hands that can't caress,
Unless I can slap or give a chair.
I know well from my brother how to get rid of anthills,
And how to get a tadpole under the tile.
Get rid - possible,
But no one can catch a tadpole by the tail anymore.
It slides and wiggles,
Gloves made of rubber are worth it.
Gloves as rough as our Mickey Mouse's tongue,
That my favorite mice again.
Mice, mice, mice, mice, little mice.
She purrs and they hear:
"Little mouse, mouse,
Come close to me!
I'm not going, cat, or you'll eat me."
You're going, you're going, you already know.
Kill the dog, kill the dog!
I want to watch it, I want to watch it .
Wonder, wonder, wonder,
How she will sing under your paws.
And when she survives, when she survives,
Then I will bind you and she will drink your eyes .
And then, and then I wrap myself in barbed wire. br/>Except to slap or give a chair.
I know well from my brother how to get rid of an anthill,
And how to get a tadpole under the tile, TAPE

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