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The world today seems absolutely crackers, |
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With nuelear bombs to blow us all |
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There are tools and idiots sitting on the trigger, |
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It's depressing and it's senseless and that's why: |
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They only come up to your knees, |
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Yet they're always friendly, and |
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There's nine hundred million of |
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You'd better learn to like them, |
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They come from a long way overseas, |
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But they're cute and they're |
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cuddly, and they're ready to please. |
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The waiters never are rude, |
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Think of the many things they've |
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There's Maoism, Taoism, I Ching and Chess. |
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I like their tiny little trees, |
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Their Zen, their Ping-pong, their yin and yang-ese. |
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The wisdom that Confucious taught |
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If Darwin is anything to shout about, |
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The Cinese will survive us all |
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They only come up to your knees, |
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Yet they are wise and they're witty |
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Their food if guaranteed to please, |
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A fourteen, a seven, a nine and lynchees. |
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I like their tiny little trees, |
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Their Zen, their ping-pong, |
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