Harriet the Spy
Notebook full of goodies on other people's lives
And
There is a place where I like to go
Don't really
Hey babe why should I come around
When I know you
In my pit I spin
And the wind starts blowing
Spin once
Wooly white
The tails that follow
Where white tails lead
Some must know
Wag
High from head to toe
Damn purr inside
I don't know
Why I
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