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Biscuits
01:30
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What makes thou so fey?
What keeps thy biscuits at bay?
Is there no other way?
Of teaching thy pastries to say:
"We must not overstep our bounds.
We will refrain from dissenting sounds.
To pay for our butter in pounds,
Is how we ensure it resounds."
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2. |
O Public Bun
01:36
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Three sets of four lines of verse,
Can on a Myki receipt be dispersed.
A convenience that must be admired,
Or from thy job thou must be fired.
O Myki receipt.
Thy single purpose revealed to I.
Thy time of usefulness hath drawn nigh.
The sole perceivable use of thee,
I now finally do see.
Unveiled it now be,
Your true meaning to me.
The one true benefit of this waste of public funds.
The drawbacks of which draw ever on and on.
We would have been better off with a reserve of public buns.
But they ain't quite to so good to be written upon.
O public bun, o public bun.
Thy name brings to mind many visions of fun.
A missed opportunity left to melt in the sun.
Thine honour succumbed to an idea so dumb.
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3. |
No Place To Play
01:46
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I like to ride my bike up and down the hills around town.
I like to burn big piles of sticks and branches, burn them down.
I like to hear the sound of my big drums, I like the sound.
I like to plant pieces of wooden shelves into the ground.
What would you like to do around the pond on such a day?
Is there another option or another place to stay?
They won't let us stay here, they say that we must go away.
I suppose we have to leave, we'd better listen to what they say.
They want us to go away.
They don't want us to play.
Around here, at least...
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4. |
A Concise Dispute
00:28
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I've got to go, I've really got to go.
I need to leave, I need to leave the show.
Oh silly willy, didn't you know?
That the best thing around is this rotary hoe!
Piss off mate, I'll bloody do what I want!
You can write your complaints in an emboldened font.
But son, you're a dickhead! Don't be daffy!
You'll miss out on a piece of grass-flavoured taffy!
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5. |
Whatever Comes My Way
02:17
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Ten lines for Bill.
Ten lines for Jill.
I keep my drugs in a sack.
That I choose to carry on my back.
This is the way I like to play.
Down by the playground, so they say.
I usually prefer straw to hay.
But I'll eat whatever comes my way.
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6. |
Playful Intermission
00:44
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7. |
Playtime Choices
03:02
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I don't want to go play in the puddle.
I don't want to go play in the field.
I don't want to go play anywhere else but with you.
I want to go play the game that we played all those years ago.
I want to maintain my aim to let the proud believers know.
That it's bad to be mean to folks what just want to have a play.
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