Dream Land
It's hard to fathom a world being run by talking sheep,
It's hot outside and I'm getting heckled by a sweater,
Pushed me off of a cliff into a giant paper shredder,
Came out the bottom in many pieces both big and little,
Put the pieces back together walked two different ways and split myself down the middle!!
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