I am a person
It's coming at me through the trees A Pumblechookian monster Invisible to human eyes. "You cad," I say, "you bounder, You shervishable villain," And still it struggles onwards, Growing in stature with every word I mutter... Will somebody please tell me why I'm so terribly afraid, Always so terribly terribly terribly... And now it's raining as well Isn't that just typical? A Pumblechookian monster Singing in the rain, And me, a lonely old Dick Swiveller, Pennyless, yet strangely hopeful, Having to go without breakfast To feed my darling Marchioness.
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