Sister George
Sister George is very weird
She has a giant beard
When she watches me in my sleep
I think of her hairy feet
My dreams are really deep
She hits me and says she's elite
She eats my hair and slaps my cheeks
She makes everyone feel very weak
She hit mother in the chest
Now she hides and so do the rest
Sister George was very fun
Now she got shot and now she is done
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