Soup

pass me a fork that’s clean
my soup is getting cold
i’d like to taste the good life
before I get too old
the table’s laid before me
but I can’t find my chair
the one with a mouse under it
that I saw on the stair (right there)
pass to me a shiny spoon
and set it on my place
I haven’t got a mirror
and I’d like to fix my face
and turn it to and fro like this
and make my nose all bold
so hurry with that fork my friend
my soup is getting cold

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