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I Spy with my Little FBI I spy with my little bright FBI A government wet and hung out to dry On clotheslines that might (or might not) be tapped Through circuitry that the Soviets mapped And passed the plans on to bad Vladimir (Who wrestles tigers sans shirt and sans fear) But, sure, that mighty hyperborean Had better watch for the North Korean And keep him closer than a dodgy brother because All we Yanks do is snoop on each other
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Mar 7, 2017
Mar 7, 2017 at 4:01 PM UTC
I Spy with my Little FBI
I Spy with my Little FBI I spy with my little bright FBI A government wet and hung out to dry On clotheslines that might (or might not) be tapped Through circuitry that the Soviets mapped And passed the plans on to bad Vladimir (Who wrestles tigers sans shirt and sans fear) But, sure, that mighty hyperborean Had better watch for the North Korean And keep him closer than a dodgy brother because All we Yanks do is snoop on each other
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Mar 7, 2017
Mar 7, 2017 at 4:01 PM UTC
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