Squelch the little weasel, crush him before he spawns
Break it to me gently, but with merriment and song
Squelch the little weasel, juice him as he bleeds
Feed him to the many, for thoust their souls shall weepSipping of the sunray blading in the earth
Evolving was the nectar given to the weasel birth
I was just a puppet until the clouds caved in
Bless me now you are sacred my flesh betwixt my skinSipping of the sunray blading in the earth
Evolving was the nectar given to the weasel birth
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MICHAEL MELCHIONDO, AARON FREEMANPublished by
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