Little red gingers
Rush the heart like a wolf
Little blue girls
don't know what they want.
Wooden lost boys
Can learn to play the pipe.
Peter
Listen to the tune,
Played by three blind mice.
Try to pick your peppers wisely
Try to let down your hair.
Cindy,
The garden is familure,
But the world's out there.
Die with your thumbs burried in the plumbs.
Love love love.
Love love love.
Love love love.
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