Draw a line, what do you see?
Just a line is all it can be
It's not something buy in a store
Because, perhaps, it will be such a bore
My hands are sore, they are numb
Much compared to any bum
Hard labor leads me to cry
And alone, the sun, leaves me to fry
Alike any other, mother and father
Compare me please to my sister or brother
Love me like any other dog
And forget about me when I'm lost in the fog
Father in heaven help me
Guide myself out to sea
For all the fishes must be free
So why, out of all the others, why not me?
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