Aardvarks and Applesnarks,
filling in between the quarks.
Scratching and scraping behind the door.
Shuffling and snuffling all across the floor.
I hear them tapping, hear them scraping,
wonder where they've gone a traipsing.
Aardvarks on the move,
Applesnarks in the groove.
Looking like land sharks after the ants,
Make sure you don't get one up your pants.
Feb 11, 2011
Feb 11, 2011 at 4:25 AM UTC
Aardvarks and Applesnarks,
filling in between the quarks.
Scratching and scraping behind the door.
Shuffling and snuffling all across the floor.
I hear them tapping, hear them scraping,
wonder where they've gone a traipsing.
Aardvarks on the move,
Applesnarks in the groove.
Looking like land sharks after the ants,
Make sure you don't get one up your pants.
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