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Snapping and cracking it moves with a clink jibbering and jabbering beneath the kitchen sink It backs up the pipes with stagnant decay reeking and stinking all through the day Exhaling self-loathing, skin milky and pale demoniac from twisted tongue to forked tail Feasting upon rats it swallows them whole a creature mischievous, bloodthirsty and cold He devours Halloweeners, then all their sweets surprising passing strangers by yanking their feet - "I'll yoink your tootsies, tickle your toes then what next, uh oh who knows?!" Last Christmas it blinded the neighbours so they couldn't see burnt the decorations and shat under their tree The poor little children waking up that following dawn to bits of their grandparents spread across the lawn - Oh I can't sleep, scared of my own home sick of being stuck with this thing all on my own People are dead and my moral passions to blame my inability to **** has caused all this pain So tonight when it crawls from its slumber, I'll be there with my gun Oh come my sweet little demon, let's have some fun! - The Wingle Wangle Song - "Wingle Wangle Wyrmtail Is a wicked little fairy - bloodshot eyes, a grimy disguise he doeth not scare me Wingle Wangle Wyrmtail Bathes in sweat and cold blood - Sneaks into homes, steals people's bones Separates the bad from the good Wingle Wangle Wyrmtail Roams all night, sleeps all day - A blighter joyous and macabre so happy and gay Wingle Wangle Wyrmtail you may dance to all the children's cries - but beware Wingle Wangle within a barrel lies your demise."
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Nov 21, 2015
Nov 21, 2015 at 6:14 PM UTC
Wingle Wangle Wyrmtail
Snapping and cracking it moves with a clink jibbering and jabbering beneath the kitchen sink It backs up the pipes with stagnant decay reeking and stinking all through the day Exhaling self-loathing, skin milky and pale demoniac from twisted tongue to forked tail Feasting upon rats it swallows them whole a creature mischievous, bloodthirsty and cold He devours Halloweeners, then all their sweets surprising passing strangers by yanking their feet - "I'll yoink your tootsies, tickle your toes then what next, uh oh who knows?!" Last Christmas it blinded the neighbours so they couldn't see burnt the decorations and shat under their tree The poor little children waking up that following dawn to bits of their grandparents spread across the lawn - Oh I can't sleep, scared of my own home sick of being stuck with this thing all on my own People are dead and my moral passions to blame my inability to **** has caused all this pain So tonight when it crawls from its slumber, I'll be there with my gun Oh come my sweet little demon, let's have some fun! - The Wingle Wangle Song - "Wingle Wangle Wyrmtail Is a wicked little fairy - bloodshot eyes, a grimy disguise he doeth not scare me Wingle Wangle Wyrmtail Bathes in sweat and cold blood - Sneaks into homes, steals people's bones Separates the bad from the good Wingle Wangle Wyrmtail Roams all night, sleeps all day - A blighter joyous and macabre so happy and gay Wingle Wangle Wyrmtail you may dance to all the children's cries - but beware Wingle Wangle within a barrel lies your demise."
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Nov 21, 2015
Nov 21, 2015 at 6:14 PM UTC
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