Being born to follow the chain, Stapling me fluffy as a name. Follow the rules and be lucky, Don't eat me, eat the ducky.
I don't care for this predisposed deposition, Give me a knife and I give a new proposition. They tell me to run and hide in a hole, Maybe I will just turn and take their soul.
But bunny you are given the tools of flight, Ya well buddy its time to turn and fight. I sharpen my claws and file my teeth, God better have ready a s**t load of wreaths.
Now comes the fox clad in weapons, Guess I better start running like hell to the heavens. Make him think he is just going through the motions, He is now upon me, time to change his emotions.
With a sudden stop of my deception, I started wielding my new imperfections. He yips and howls while in a startled fright, I guess he did not enjoy my little bite.
Time to make him wish he was hidden, Boy these new claws sure can dig in. Now I wish I could of been a winner, But he's a fox, he still had his dinner.
"Being born to follow the chain,
Stapling me fluffy as a name.
Follow the rules and be lucky,
Don't eat me, eat the ducky."
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