Oh magnet on upon my frige,
why do you hang so?
You hang all day, never swinging low.
Are you sad? Are you Glad?
To have such modesty is beyond me,
for I could never just hang.
I look up to you, oh magnet,I really do.
I aspire to be like you, I'd hang all day;
never moving, never eating, never sleeping.
Oh magnet upon my frige, I wish to be like you.
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