Oh pointy pointy pointy
I made you out of wood
And when I sat upon you
I wished I really stood.

Oh Pointy Pointy Pointy
I really miss you so!
But when I sat upon you,
You made me curse like Snow!

Oh Ely Ely Ely
I pity for your soul
Because I suck at filking
And I've really got to go.

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