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Lousy Weather

She howls in the night! with feverish delight!
A lone wolf to prowl farmlands a many...

She dances in yo face! uh! dances with grace!
A lone ballerina to sing her own beat...

She screeches in the day! No one hears, they just say...
CCCCCRRRRREEEEAAAAAAKKKKKKKKKKK, "it's danger".

She is the black and yellow pest: the bee's buzz that won't rest!
A lone prophetess...to warn? Or to remind?

Oh she is the thunder! That rumbles in their blunder!
A pretty lone sage to plague cities a many...

BAGAGAGAGAGABOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
BUHBUHBUHBAHBAHBAHBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
and yet the still say, "its danger".

She lights up the night! She brings peace! not fright!!
Yet still she is, the mis-un-der-stood witch.

She is a thunderstorm. Do you hear her?

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