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I live in a moss covered tree stump,
And sit as the world passes by.
If I eat steak it comes from the rump,
But mostly I chew bark and eat flies.

I may not be the cleanest of folk,
Scratched paint and covered in muck.
But I’m friendly and a nice little bloke.
And sometimes I’ll bring you good luck

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