He follows me wherever I go
Over mountains, to and fro
He is tall and thin
And his face has no grin
He haunts my dreams
And my head bursts at the seams
I see him now
To fit in here he must bow
But I am not his king
I'm around his finger like a ring
He knows he can get me whenever he likes
I guess he enjoys eating little tykes
I must stop now, in fear of being caught
Then I would regret the days that I fought
-§.C.
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