We are known as the ninja spoons
trained by lions to grant lemon balloons
our temple is made of vanilla frogs
guarded day and night by horseshoe dogs
Our clothes are sewed by penguin kittens
of buffalo eggs and polar bear feathers
on our feet we wear the mittens
stolen from the eyes of potato heather
We like to play the harp with our feet
eating the tables of cheese
gluing the sandles of melon meat
being sneezed by bumble bees
We must be away on our air worm chair
in order to tickle the elf
if we survive we'll give back your hair
unless we give birth to a shelf
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