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Luni-tick.
I have come far,
Far from the southe111 end Of this dog.
I am tired and dusty.
I like this placc-
l'll stay.
Luni-tick
There the favorite hair on which I stroll; Still further yet you'll see the place,
Where every day I suck this canine's blood. I'll stay.
Never!
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A rithmi-lick. l3nt it's mino, I tell you.
There is my alarm clock on the wall,
(They circle, glaring at each other, and tU?·ning different shades of lavender in their rage.)
Luni-lick.
,~11-ilhmi-tick.
Luni-tick.
A1·illzmi-tick. Who-o-r-r-r.
(They lock in fie1·ce battle, each slowly consuming the other 11nlil nothing is left of either.)
Calm ! Silence I
O n f l z e s p o t o f t h e s t r u g g l e a l i t t l e [ l o w e 1· g l ' o w s .
By your close-set eyes, By your low forehead, I know you to be low, Bah! (Spits.)
By your clnmsy feet, By yom flapping ears, I know you to be low. Bah! (Blows nose.)
Fi-s-s-s-t-t-t.