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My teeth are sharp, my back is straight, to cut things up it is my fate.
I always run but never walk, I sometimes sing but cannot talk, No head on which a hat to place, You always look me in the face.
A mighty weapon in the war against winged household pests.
It is a sound of empty, speak and it'll talk back plenty. But all the more you yack, you'll get the same words back.
Everyone claims to know a way to stop these involuntary contractions but none of them work.
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