The Chameleon
Oh! oh! oh!
my life is hard,
i can't walk like a dog,
but i walk like a lame.
I can't fight my self,
when the enemy come,
but i just hide my face,
to escape death.
In time of pain,
i really struggle alone,
and every where i pass,
they laugh at me.
I'm really a laughing stock,
the structure i am,
and my big eyes,
makes babies cry!
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