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Little Black Things
(to the tune of "Clementine")
Little black things, little black things,
Crawling up and down my arms.
If I wait 'til they have babies,
I could start a black thing farm.
Haven't taken a bath in two weeks,
And I never change my clothes.
I have got these little black things,
Where they come from heaven knows.
Once a cute boy (or girl) tried to kiss me,
But (s)he jumped and gave a yell,
And I never got to ask him (her),
Was it the black things or the smell.