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| Mr. Merryweather was a very fine gentleman; He reeked of the streets and job applications. He was always ashamed he hadn't done what most do. Thanks to worker's compensation, his family had food. As a child he was kind of a brat. He once tried to hang the family cat! But his wicked little heart gave in and he wept, So he let the thing go and watched it choke and gasp. He once asked his father what boys are made of, And just how great men come to be. He said ... Snips and snails and puppy dog tails. No matter who you are or where you're, from, You may shine bright or always fail. But time turns everyone to dust! Old Ms. Getty was a very fine lady. When guests arrived, tea was always ready. She was never ashamed to be the talk of the town, Back before they closed her bordello down. As a child, she was a bit of a scag. All the kids at school--they called her a hag! And her tender little heart broke down and she wept As she looked in the mirror, she couldn't understand. She once asked her mother what girls are made of And how lovely women come to be. She said ... Sugar and spice and everything nice! No matter who you are or where you're from, You may be ugly or look quite nice, But time turns everyone to dust! I dreamt of some angels who told me Who we are and where we're from. I dreamt of some angels who told me What we are and what we're made of. They said . . . Flesh and blood, a mind and soul! No matter who you are or where you're from! The most high or the very low! Time turns everyone to dust! |
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