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“Yes” I have stood where you now stand, and sucked the big ones down,
With my lungs about ready to explode, trying to save the honor of our town,
Put my head in where Angels fear to tread, just to score that winning goal,…
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Jacko likes to make believe, that he is no ordinary mouse,
It’s all about the proper breeding he says, as he struts around the old house,
He claims an aristocratic bloodline that can be traced back to the king
The other mice that live in the manor are all descendants of…
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