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Napping baby swan, snuggles his head;
Cozy sleep of his homemade water bed.
Swaggering grace, web water prance;
Aquatic pose of the white swan dance;
Rub a dub dub, there's three in a tub; Only goslings are allowed in this club.
Smoothered by destruction; no living or pay;
No right, hope, or correction; wasting life away.
Innocent life ravaged by public lies;
Strangling of truth lost in the skies.
Drawing of twilight, shades the land; Majestic and purple, heavenly grand.
The sky ablaze, sunburst of heated fire;
Each rising ray, a glowing, electric wire.
Like a puff of magic and a cloud of steam;
The summer day ends in mythical dream.
By filthy man's hands, fraudulent guilt;
This is the house that bob uecker built.
Like a puff of magic and a cloud of steam;The summer day ends in mythical dream.
