All you do is bite me,
And run around the house,
And leave me little presents everywhere,
As my frustration I espouse.
I thought you would be fun,
But you only make me weep,
I can’t wait for the joyous time,
When you fall asleep.
All you do is sleep all day,
And stir, the sleep so more,
And eat, then go back to sleep,
You really are a bore.
I thought you would be fun,
But you really are a fake,
I can’t wait for the joyous time,
When you are awake.
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