In a shallow grave, With a false beat, He slowly rose back to his feet, With crooked smile, And hollow stare, He views the land in disrepair, A missing arm, And funky smell, A look as if he came from hell, But don't you worry, 'Cause "oh my god", It's the return of Mr. Tod, Now with cackled laugh, His joy swells within, Because this is where our story (e/n/d/s) will begin...
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