America, America..

This is a crazy song I wrote called Rotten Tomatoes, and I hired the Black-Eyed Peas to sing it. WARNING: This song was meant for entertainment, and should in no way be connected to real people, places, or things. It is not the author's responsibility for the medical bills if you die from laughter, or possibly, thinking I'm weirdness.
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converse is awesome
The Westing Game is gruesome
My friends all ran
When they heard me say that

People say I'm weird
But look over there then,
That teen has a
White, fluffy beard

chocolate coins rock
They're the celebs of the block
They're creamy and sweet
Cuz they always go to swim meets

I amor Harry Potter
Or was it maçã, apple Rotter?
It was everyone's favorite,
But it soon molded.

Now, I'm almost five
And I live in a hive,
Like my other amigos
Who live in anthills!

(Sequel to the A Cat Chasing Yarn (Yarn's Point of View) (This cat is going to be really perky and hyped up and energetic.))

OKAIZ, SO TODAY I SAW THE MOST AWESUME-Y THING EVER! A BASKET OF YARNZ!! I SAWZ MEH segundo favorito CULUR IN THERE, TOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MEH favorito CULUR IZ GREEEEEEEEEEEN AND MEH SECUND favorito IZ PINNNNKK. SO I WUZ LIKE, POUNCE! SWIPEZ-Y! I'M SO AWESUMEZ! AND SO, I LIKE, CHASED IT DOWNZ DA STAIRZ, AND IT WUZ SO EXHILARATIN' AND STUFFZ. AND SO, LIKE, IT MADE IT TO THA HUMANZ AND DEY THREW IT SAID, "Go get it, Daisy!!" SOZ, I WENT AFTER IT AND antro, den I SAW SOME GREEN YARN, SOZ I RANZ PAST THA rosa, -de-rosa YARN TA GETZ DA GREEN..... I LURVVVVVVVVVV GREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN!!!

The ocean may overtake me and andorinha me- yet it will not bury me.
The whole of the mountain will crash down and roll over me - but it does not crush me.

Human physical strength has limitations and it weakens in time. 'Inner strength' knows no bounds!
The confines of this earthly realm have no bearing.

Let it be done!

Let the horns sound that shake the foundation.
Call forth the titans. Summon up the dread that lies buried deep within the coração and mind.
Let the godless fear when they face the charge.
The lost will flee or loose heart.

'And in the darkening late hours when the ground rumbles like an oncoming train...I will draw from deep wells what cannot be poisoned or tainted or overturned. I will stand, though the tides rise and the clouds threaten...and there I will remain, even if I show signs and cracks of care and hardship.
I will not be broken.

I may grow weary.

Though all the elements come against me
and tear at flesh and bone!-I WILL STAND!

Why can't the world become a fairytale book?
It wouldn't be as mean
But it may be much mais green
dragões that can be your pet
Princesses with hair for rope climbing
Pumpkins that can turn into horse carriages
And gatos that wear boots and fight mice.
The people in reality aren't always very nice
But even the ogres and giants can say hello and give you nice things
Princesses aren't snobby queen bees at school
Princes aren't egomaniacs
And money is in gold, silver, or copper or even magic beans!
Hens lay golden eggs
Poverty can end in five seconds
You can get your own fairy and wish for whatever you want
And have your any desires
But I guess this is all in the mind
But the world can be kind at times
It isn't always bad and cruel
But imagination makes it go around