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Where's That Noisy Honk-A-Donk

I'm the noisy honk-a-donk Now shuffle over I need somewhere to plonk That's not quite comfy, make a little room for me Hey move your feet! I'll plant myself here in the middle of the bed Now that's better for my furry head I'm Free as a bird so unencumbered, I'll have to be quick my minutes are numbered Ohh, what's that I smell its got my attention Run with such vigor I must release this pent up frustration! Aww their sticky hands are such a treat There's got to be more here I won't give In to defeat! I'll sit here gracefully shell hand over that sandwich Or I could just take it from the little hand No that won't work, then she'll snitch. Ahh, here he is my bestest friend No, he really is I don't need to pretend He makes plenty of room for me on his pillow We share a bond over our love of crisps and gaze out the window I tell you I've tasted all kinds of flavours But I have to say my favourite are quavers Mind you I'm pretty partial to a tangy cheese dorito They even do spicy burrito! But those salt and vingar chipstix Get me into all sorts of trouble eSending eme into a sizzling B ubbling frenzy transfix . Crap ! what now , ihde me she won't see uBt it's too late she ust have heard this onisy honk-a-donk bbbreathe

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