Three blind mice! Three blind mice! See how they run! See how they run! They all ran after the farmer's wife Who cut off their tails with a carving knife Have you ever seen such a thing in your life? As three blind mice.
My - oh. Mother isn't my mom. He's my friend and sort of a caretaker type. And he didn't write it, I don't think, but he used to tell stories like that.
All over. We met Gerard, and Rosamund, and Pib, and Pinnochio... my best friends. And we traveled across the world and even to other worlds and the lines in between.
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Three blind mice! Three blind mice!
See how they run! See how they run!
They all ran after the farmer's wife
Who cut off their tails with a carving knife
Have you ever seen such a thing in your life?
As three blind mice.
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It rhymes very well, and it seems like it's very easy to remember...
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And it's got the right amount of blood with tails to dismember.
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Anyway, he's not my mom, but he's nice. He took me come with him when I had to skip town.
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[she also wants to know why ylfa had to leave but she has observed enough humans to develop enough tact not to just ask that.]
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That must have been amazing! I'd love to hear all about your travels.
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