He carves a little piece from me
a tiny bit of fleece and he
seems satisfied.
The tallyman comes knocking with
a rent bill that's just shocking
and he carves another tiny piece,
soon there'll be no fleece to carve
no food, no money and
I will starve.
Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 1:59 AM UTC
He carves a little piece from me
a tiny bit of fleece and he
seems satisfied.
The tallyman comes knocking with
a rent bill that's just shocking
and he carves another tiny piece,
soon there'll be no fleece to carve
no food, no money and
I will starve.
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