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Little tiny legs wander,

Little tiny arms reach forward.

They pray, they pray for remission,

For attention and give back submission.

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Little eyes blink and blink...

Little tiny ears can't take it all in

And yet they listen and prod,

Seek out the orders before having a ball:

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Drink 'till you're wasted!

Drink 'till you can't care to praise them!

In the morning they gait to the shell,

Fall asleep soundly and wake up just swell.

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Tired beaten legs shamble...

Tired worn arms are lost in a gamble.

Their acts to their fathers - all screwed,

The spiders seem hypnotized and rude.

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Tired blind eyes had asked for a break...

Tired, haughty ears can't take it, they say.

It's all just a game: obey and drink,

If that's all it is - revolution's no sin.