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Beware
My Pappa didn't want me.
My Momma -she had to,
Because she kept me with her,
Though she had things to do.
My cat, she didn't like me.
My dog, he was okay.
He really seemed to like me
When he wanted to play.
My brothers and my sisters,
They all left me alone
For they didn't want to be
The target of any stone.
'Cos I had quite a mean aim
And a good throwing arm,
So all those who crossed me came
To some sure kind of harm.
'Cos I had enough teasing
About my looks and size.
'Tweren't my fault that I was born
With an unmatched pair of eyes.
One eye is blue, one is brown.
It's quite a shock to see.
I turn it to advantage.
Beware. Beware of me.
