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'Twas I that killed the Walrus;
And in truth, he had it coming.
How dare he act so high above us!
How dare he say that he is king!
Too long the murderous fiend he's played,
And hid behind a friendly screen!
First the tragic oyster parade,
And now the Carpenter in a ravine!
His killing rampage had to end,
And after a glass of drugged liqueur,
I took my dagger firm in hand
And finished off the scornful cur.
The sea is peaceful once again
With the Walrus finally gone;
The days are calm and free of strain
So we can sing our song:
'Twas I that killed the Walrus;
And in truth, he had it coming...
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