Wilber's Friends
They grunt and groan to the bar
With dirty faces and dented noses.
Their rear ends asking questions.
They squeal and squall.
Plop! Crunch! Slop!
They slurp what the world has to offer.
Snorting and sniffing, sniffing and snorting
Crumbs from the table
With dirty faces and dented noses.
Their rear ends asking questions.
They squeal and squall.
Plop! Crunch! Slop!
They slurp what the world has to offer.
Snorting and sniffing, sniffing and snorting
Crumbs from the table
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