Bringing his arms and legs;
He feels you with his tips;
Ready to eat your eggs;
You can run;
But you can't hide;
Because he's really fun.
He comes to your side;
With a knife and fork;
Don't wake up.
He might be a dork;
But if you wake, he will sing 'sup.
He strikes and you wake;
He'll be singing Brook's Bink Sake.
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