The Brass Flute
He played with the brass flute
The sound knocked him out of his boot
Symbols kicked him in his ass
Then called him third class
He thought the brass flute was a brute
Once again he tried to play the flute
His sounds were always toot, toot
Symbols gathered once again
Cauz, he wasn’t genuine
This time he was giving the boot
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