Sometimes I Get So Depressed 'bout What

You Don't Have To Shoot Me," Says The Young Lion. "i Will Be Your Rug And I Will Lie In Front Of Your Fireplace And I Won't Move A Muscle And You Can Sit On Me And Toast All The Marshmallows You Want. I Love Marshmallows.

At Night My Mind Does Not Much Care If What It Thinks Is Here Or There. It Tells Me Stories, It Invents And Makes Up Things That Don't Make Sense. I Do Not Know Why It Does This Stuff. The Real World Seems Quite Weird Enough.

The Little Boy And The Old Man Said The Little Boy, "sometimes I Drop My Spoon." Said The Old Man, "i Do That Too." The Little Boy Whispered, "i Wet My Pants." I Do That Too," Laughed The Little Old Man. Said The Little Boy, "i Often Cry." The Old Man Nodded, "so Do I." But Worst Of All," Said The Boy, "it Seems Grown-ups Don't Pay Attention To Me." And He Felt The Warmth Of A Wrinkled Old Hand. I Know What You Mean," Said The Little Old Man.

Would You Like To Hear The Night I Bravely Fought The- No? Alright

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