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"The taming of the shrew"

The taming of the shrew,

There he is, no doormouse, no shame
scuttle, wheatgrain, soft, shrewd
He tackles the grain, I do the same

There he is, no vole, no goals
he nods and he bobs in the winds
He does what I say, he does what he's told

There he is, no brown mouse, no joy
I whip him and I beat him, I treat him
whip-lash, car-crash what became of my boy?

He whispers, he swings, he does no more
There he was, still, like cordial (orange or lemon)
He sleeps on my lap, no shrew. He's my son.

He's not a mouse, you're not a poet.
You can put a monkey in a boat,
but you canne make him row it.

The taming of the shrew,

There he is, no doormouse, no shame
scuttle, wheatgrain, soft, shrewd
He tackles the grain, I do the same

There he is, no vole, no goals
he nods and he bobs in the winds
He does what I say, he does what he's told

There he is, no brown mouse, no joy
I whip him and I beat him, I treat him
whip-lash, car-crash what became of my boy?

He whispers, he swings, he does no more
There he was, still, like cordial (orange or lemon)
He sleeps on my lap, no shrew. He's my son.