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As Seymour Staunchly Trudge Along
His Genius Mind Produce A Song
Because Poor Seym Has Naught To Do
He Thinks He Will Share Song With You.

On Sands I Walk, I Make My Trade
I Dig My Sands With Hoof And Spade
But This Bleak Land Holds Only Muck
My Little Hoove Doth Splash And Sluck
Through Endless Goop, Eternal Sludge
The Labor Of A Simple Drudge
Geroldic Work Must I Endure
To Leave This Land For Sandest Pure
I Only Seek To Find Way Out
I Sniff And Snorch Winds With My Snout
But All I Smell Is Foulest Gunk.
No Good Smells Here To Grace My Trunk.
Still I Press Onwards, Ever On
No Night Or Day Here, Dusk Or Dawn
This Mire Holds Not The Gift Of Time
All Things Stands Still In Glork And Slime.
But Tapirs Endures Any Trial
With Every Inch And Feet And Mile
I Grow More Close To Victory.
In Time The Goop Will Yield To Me.
So Seymour’s Hooves Thumps Countless Thuds
Through Endless Gunk And Boundless Muds
To Reach The End, My Only Goal
Then I Return To Tapirs Hole
Plan Murder Of The Mother Fuck
Who Put Seym In This Realm Of Muck.

Ape Is Watch You From The Trees

This Baby Boy Likes What He Sees!

Seym Struggles, Boy, To No Avail

What An Epic Fucking Fail.

As Tapir Hoove Are Stuck In Slime

Ape Hands And Feet Are Clear Of Grime.

For Cleanliness Is Gourdliness

And Boy Is Free Of Dirt And Cyst.

Monkey Clap His Hands With Glee:

“Oh He Ha Hoo, Ho Ho, Tee-Hee!”

The Goop Will Sap Seymour Of Brawn

Until His Sands Have Got And Gone

And As Tapir’s Mood Runs Afoul

Baby Monkey Boy Hoots Like An Owl

Long Ago, The Starting Gun,

And Finally The Ape Has Won.

This Chorus Echoes Far And Wide
The Ape, Who Hears It, Does Abide
To Gaze At Seym, Who Moves Like Snail
And Chuckle At Tapir’s Epick Fail
But Little Does This Monkey Know
That Across The Winds, Death Doth Blow
And What Better Preface For Eternal Fire
Than A Slick And Slimy Goopy Mire?
For Far Away, Up In His Spire,
The Son Of Sound Cloud Doth Admire
The Measure Ov His Handiwork
As Seymour Moans Within The Murk
And Elmer On His Pedestal
Likewise He Becomes The Fool
I Smile With Devious Glee
And Shrink The Ape To Size Of Pea
The Monkey Man, He Shrieks And Cries
As I Swoop In To Collect My Prize.
I Lock The Ape In Dungeon Cell
As The Pig Is Cursed To Slupp The Gel
Now None Shall Block My Righteous Path
As The Sandsverse Descends To Rust And Wrath.

No … NO … Sound Cloud What Harve You Done?

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