The Whistling Prat
The whistling prat glides down the road
oblivious to his annoying ways
why he does it I do not know
a badly tuned Neil Diamond song
at least I think that's what it is
but now it's stuck right in my head
I start whistling, I just can't stop
its psychosomatic, infectious or something
whatever it is I want it to go
But defiant it stays, now I'm the whistling prat
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