Now that I've used up all my ideas
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Here in my little house by the sea
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I search for a usable memory but none comes to me
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In grade one, my teacher could do embalming
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She'd stuff the bodies of dead little birds
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She told us if ever we found one, just to bring it to her
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And in the science room was an iguana
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It lay very still in its cage
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And we'd feed him living flies
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Then she'd read the old testament to us
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But first she'd remind us the stories were true
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And we'd hear of locusts and plagues and the tortures they knew
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And in the science room was an iguana
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I remember it now in my house by the seaside
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Swatting flies
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Swatting Files
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