Liverpuss FC
By Campurr Van Goff

When you stalk through a thorn
Hold your tail down low
And down be afraid of the bark
At the end of the thorn
Theres a golden sky
And the sweet silver song of the lark

Stalk on through the wind
Stalk on through the rain
Though your dinner may have flown
Stalk on stalk on
Wit ope in your art
And you will always stalk alone
You'll always stalk alone

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