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August, 2003 fire magic pissing pot I`m the mouldy mouldy man I form my hands in magic forms I can eat from your fruits and drink your wines Yes, I`m the crafty coiling man I take your hand and lead you astray I`ll sing your words andkiss your head And laugh and sing and steal your bread Yes im the talking singing gnome Ill tear your skin and rot your sugar Until im sweet and light of feet I hide the moon under mystic spoon And boil your eggs and fry your head Be outside your bones and pullout your eyes Put back your voice and give you lice Yes, im the cheeky teapot can I burn your tongue yet taste so sweet And pull off your nails and hammer your cries Bark deep shouts in wood and cowering skinspots Yes, im the one that you should watch As i suck your blood and drink your scotch Yes,im the leaping leprechaun man, dancing naked on your lawn I cast a spell when you feel well And say a story to make you tell All dark secrets in your dark well I live in holes where no one knows The secrets of black honey-voles I make you cough and sing aloft Now i let you sleep long deep and soft To wake you morrow with strange thought-
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