I was once a treehouse;
I lived in a cake.
But I never saw the way
the orange slayed the rake.
I was only three years dead,
but it told a tale!
and now listen, little child,
to the safety rail.
But I never saw the way
the orange slayed the rake.
I was only three years dead,
but it told a tale!
and now listen, little child,
to the safety rail.
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