They steal them word by word
And as they do they sing
So quiet they can't be heard
Each word they steal, it stings
Tap tap tap upon my head
They hammer through the night
And choose the best words for their bag
They do it out of spite
Because they know I like them
(the long words in my mind)
They spit the short ones out like phlegm
They say they're being kind
It is not kindness they possess
But something more malicious
They eat them when I'm feeling stressed
And tell me they're delicious
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