Walking each day, I'm about to burst;
Legs move myself. They feel the worst.
Every knife in the house is mine
Carvin' on the legs makes 'em fine!

Children wonder they fold face frown
Grabbing arms and legs, holding down.
Oops, carved kids-chopping wrist-notching hands
But stopping flowing best as they can.

Slumbering children laying guilty by my feet
Holding on hard and it quit bleed.
Blood clots up to fat red humps
Legs are kids with leggy stumps.

Children can't pull loose of my leg.
They got big idea: plead and cry, beg.
OK, now walk on two legs more!
Pick my torso, hang up, walking on four.

Lyrics submitted by Ratter

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