My mother told me as a child
If I have nothing nice to say
I was to nicely shut my mouth
And go outside and play
So I’m taking her advice
Much to my dismay
But it’s not that big a problem
Since I can show you just the same
So here, take this paper
White with thin blue line
Crumple it and crease it
Tell it awful lies
Now, I want you to unfold it
Lye it flat out on the desk
Smooth it out, unwrinkled it
Make it look its best
Tell it that you’re sorry
For making it so worn
Tell it that you’re sorry
If it may have torn
This piece of paper’s me
All crumpled creased and ripped
But no matter how you try
Those marks are permanent
If I have nothing nice to say
I was to nicely shut my mouth
And go outside and play
So I’m taking her advice
Much to my dismay
But it’s not that big a problem
Since I can show you just the same
So here, take this paper
White with thin blue line
Crumple it and crease it
Tell it awful lies
Now, I want you to unfold it
Lye it flat out on the desk
Smooth it out, unwrinkled it
Make it look its best
Tell it that you’re sorry
For making it so worn
Tell it that you’re sorry
If it may have torn
This piece of paper’s me
All crumpled creased and ripped
But no matter how you try
Those marks are permanent




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