Who's That
Statue, is that you
No it's not, it's me
Statues are made of plaster
They don't have skeleton or skin
So I think it's a disaster
To say I could be akin
To a statue
Statue has no credence at all
The only place a statue lives
Is on a pedestal in our hall
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