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The Amusers


As I sit there And amuse the young Children with my jumps As they watch me through The window well window I think the same thing When they pick me up and Pass me around Then the most dangerous Part of all for myself I jump Down, down, I go Plop! I land and the race is on Oh how I amuse children Students and the siblings of the children Me and my brother The amusers Who would of thought it Me and my brother The nickname the amusers Because we are the bravest Why? All we do is go out And have fun Nothing wrong with Playing with a different Creature than you are My father and uncle Tunnel diggers My mother and my aunt Stay at hole moms My cousins Ed and Mandy The salamanders That watch us amuse Little children for fun And now we have the nickname The amusers Who would have thought it The amusers
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