Lump sat alone on a fuzzy rug
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This sounds like the first verse of a nursery rhyme
Lump sat alone in a boggy marsh Totally emotionless except for her heart Mud flowed up into lump's pajamas She totally confused all the passing piranhas
She's lump, she's lump She's in my head She's lump, she's lump, she's lump She might be dead