The Turnip Thief
As beautiful as the music of a nightingale humming
Yet so sneaky like an evening shadow
All of her deception tricks I can see them coming
Yet somehow I keep my guarding low
Now with no more turnip to grow
My farming business has to go ashtray
But there’s one thing she doesn’t know
The turnip isn’t the only thing she took that day
Label: sok puitix
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