Being Attacked by TD and TD
in the bushes underneath a torn-up vine
I found Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum sublime
They did not speak to me, but spoke to each other
I told them I was going to tell my mother
Tweedle Dee bit me on the shin, and his brother jumped in
They were devil dervishes, then they took a chunk of my chin
I was screaming away for someone to save me that day
But a hole in the ground opened and they whisked me away
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