The glass kettle stirring hot
Never shakes and has its metal pot
And at its stout cherries bloom
The unbreakable script is on the dune
And very soon very soon
The glass kettle whistles:
"I AM UNBREAKABLE OH GOD,
HOW DOST THEE MANUFACTURE
MY SNORT... AS I WHISTLE
AND PEOPLE GLOOM
I STIR AND WHISTLE
EVERY NOON...
WHY DOST THEE NOT
TAKE ME HOME
TO THE QUEEN AS A LOVER
GONE COLD....
I BREW HOT TEA FOR THE
PHARISEES AND MAGIC
GETS ME BY HALF PAST THREE!!!!"
VICTORY IS MY NAME! VICTORY IS THY NAME!
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