I won't listen to you
No matter what you talk about
I've just sat down
In my favorite chair
And the wool blanket draped over my lap
My book is open and ready
For me to dive into
I've already gone into the tale
Of owls, and school and magical beings
Where there are hardships and fun times,
And deaths too
Where there is a victory of the one who suffered it all
And I've already blocked out all your words
For I'm reading my favorite tale

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