Fuzzies
Fuzzies will gather for ever moreUnder the bed, behind the door
Like thnder clouds they gather and grow
My room they plan to over throw
They float about like little gray ghost
They keep to the shadows to avoid their hosts
Get the Vaccum!!
Get the Broom!!
I think it's time to clean my room!
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