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Things really got into a horrible mess. | Things really got into a horrible mess. | ||
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+ | Off again! On again! | ||
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+ | In again! Out again! | ||
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+ | Through the machines they raced round and about again, | ||
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+ | Changing their stars every minute or two. | ||
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+ | They kept paying money. They kept running through | ||
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+ | Until neither the Plain nor the Star-Bellies knew | ||
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+ | Whether this one was that one... or that one was this one | ||
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+ | Or which one was what one... or what one was who. | ||
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+ | So now tell me, young sneetch, what will you do? | ||
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+ | Do you keep paying money, keep running through? | ||
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+ | Or do you leave this old man alone, | ||
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+ | Or fight back against him and take back your home? | ||
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+ | [[Fight back against McBean]] | ||
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+ | [[Keep going through on/off machines]] | ||
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+ | [[Retreat with Star Bellies]] | ||
[[Category: Revisiting the Sneetches]] | [[Category: Revisiting the Sneetches]] |
Current revision as of 06:08, 4 May 2010
McBean's handy machine
Working very precisely
Removed all the stars from their tummies quite nicely.
Then, with snoots in the air, they paraded about
And they opened their beaks and they let out a shout,
"We know who is who! Now there isn't a doubt.
The best kind of Sneetches are Sneetches without!"
Then, of course, those with stars all got frightfully mad.
To be wearing a star now was frightfully bad.
Then, of course, old Sylvester McMonkey McBean
Invited them into his Star-Off Machine.
Then of course from THEN on, as you probably guess,
Things really got into a horrible mess.
Off again! On again!
In again! Out again!
Through the machines they raced round and about again,
Changing their stars every minute or two.
They kept paying money. They kept running through
Until neither the Plain nor the Star-Bellies knew
Whether this one was that one... or that one was this one
Or which one was what one... or what one was who.
So now tell me, young sneetch, what will you do?
Do you keep paying money, keep running through?
Or do you leave this old man alone,
Or fight back against him and take back your home?