My magic blueberry tea
Is melting in consistency
Swirls of blue, white and green
As the dry air beats the chocolate drum
Bum bum bum, bum bum bum bum
Bum bum badum bum bum
Bum bum bum bum
Bum bum bum bum bum
Thin black boots full of salt and roots
She's a mute and only plays the flute
And the chocolate drum bum bum bum
Bum bum badum bum bum
Baking soda on the table
Waiting patiently to be saved
From this cruel, cruel life
We all live in a cruel life
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Pieces of bamboo cover this room
Along with a dead ivy on the sill
I named him bill
He likes the chocolate drum
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