'Too Many Poets'

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Pitter-patter, dead koala
Squirming in the white man's parlor
Hunted for your mighty tusk
Then discard the reeking husk

   Programmed to collide we are
   No escape from the abattoir

Harum-scarum, rotting panda
Down the rivers of Rwanda
Yesterday a smiling face
Now a rich man's pillow case

   Programmed to collide we are
   No escape from the abattoir

Softly-softly, rigid wombat
Done to death in unarmed combat
Squeeze his spine and boil his paws
To paint the faces of your whores

   Programmed to collide we are
   No escape from the abattoir
   Yeah.

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