The butcher gets another praise
You killed that pig good, we say
But the butcher really hates his job
And loved that pig to death.
Nothing there. just a nother creased wheel
Everything is working just fine
I wouldn't want to be fulgar
I would rather call you dumb then blind

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The butcher is nice. I go there every day
I always remember to give him a praise
But sometimes he looks at the ceiling
and look's like he want's to cry
He is a little odd i guess
but i always try to smile
He's so different from that crackhead ouside
All we have is spite
Actually he deserves all of it
Tomorrow the crackhead is dead
He OD't. Horay!