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'' We'll Stick With Our Dingy Old Suite ''
Once again we being forced to move,
The spider said to the fly,
Just as we get into the groove,
Upheaval once again will apply.
It's happening far too often to us,
They don't even give us a thought,
If only we could kick up a fuss,
They don't care that we're left fraught.
The snake then said I also agree,
They are treating us all like mugs,
Exactly said the bumble bee,
We are sick of it said the bugs.
The mice then said it is a disgrace,
We've only just moved in,
Everything we've got we'll have to replace,
Now our home's being confined to the bin.
Unlike them we can't complain,
They don't even know we're here,
That would really drive them insane,
If they did they'd be living in fear.
There it is that knock on the door,
Once again we are on our way,
Why do they make our lives such a chore?
Why our spirit do they betray.
While in here we were nice and warm,
So happy to be alive,
Now dumped outside in a tropical storm,
We'll be lucky to even survive.
Here cometh the truck everyone's hushed,
Will they give it to someone in need?
Or will it be we'll end up crushed,
For mercy in unison we plead.
One of them says she's in right good nick,
I'll get our day off to a flyer,
It will make her living room look very slick,
I can guarantee us a buyer.
We all shout out, it's time to rejoice,
They have made all our lives complete,
Now that we've been given the choice,
' We'll Stick With Our Dingy Old Suite '
The spider said to the fly,
Just as we get into the groove,
Upheaval once again will apply.
It's happening far too often to us,
They don't even give us a thought,
If only we could kick up a fuss,
They don't care that we're left fraught.
The snake then said I also agree,
They are treating us all like mugs,
Exactly said the bumble bee,
We are sick of it said the bugs.
The mice then said it is a disgrace,
We've only just moved in,
Everything we've got we'll have to replace,
Now our home's being confined to the bin.
Unlike them we can't complain,
They don't even know we're here,
That would really drive them insane,
If they did they'd be living in fear.
There it is that knock on the door,
Once again we are on our way,
Why do they make our lives such a chore?
Why our spirit do they betray.
While in here we were nice and warm,
So happy to be alive,
Now dumped outside in a tropical storm,
We'll be lucky to even survive.
Here cometh the truck everyone's hushed,
Will they give it to someone in need?
Or will it be we'll end up crushed,
For mercy in unison we plead.
One of them says she's in right good nick,
I'll get our day off to a flyer,
It will make her living room look very slick,
I can guarantee us a buyer.
We all shout out, it's time to rejoice,
They have made all our lives complete,
Now that we've been given the choice,
' We'll Stick With Our Dingy Old Suite '
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`` We`ll Stick With Our Dingy Old Suite ``
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