squelch the little weasel
crush him before he spawns
break it to me gently
but with merriment and song
squelch the little weasel
juice him as he bleeds
feed him to the many
for thoust their souls shall weep
sipping of the sunray
blading in the earth
evolving was the nectar
given to the weasel birth
i was just a puppet
until the clouds caved in
bless me now you are sacred
my flesh betwixt my skin
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