Lump sat alone in a boggy marsh
Totally motionless except for her heart
Mud flowed up into lump’s pyjammas
She totally confused all the passing piranhas
She’s lump she’s lump
She’s in my head
She’s lump she’s lump she’s lump
She might be dead
Lump lingered last in line for brains
And the ones she got were sorta rotten and insane
Small thing’s so
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