Jeckyll calls for Hide
Jekyll was done with his night, he wanted some rest
He called for his pseudo, Mr Hyde, the ultimate test
Hyde was hiding, he liked being Jekyll now the best.
Jekyll had a baby fit and fell down on his breast.
Don’t be like that! Called Mrs. Hyde from their nest.
If anyone could bring Hyde back, it’s her, I confess.
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