Amoeba

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AmoebaWe are the scientists in the lab

Looking through a microscope

The little glass slides they never lie

How can this small mind cope?I've never seen anything like it before

This amoeba's got a mind of it's own

But don't turn your back you stupid science world

This is reaching for the telephoneAmoeba

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AmoebaA one celled creature, a one celled thing

It hardly knows it's alive

You're better off dead if you only knew

Your growing life is taking a diveI've never seen anything like it before

This amoeba's got a mind of it's own

But don't turn your back you stupid science world

This is reaching for the telephoneAmoeba

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ROGER AGNEWPublished by

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