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skonen_bladesA house of bricks, a house of straw, and then a house of twigs,
These houses were constructed by three tiny little pigs.
There’s a house that’s different than the other tiny boxes.
It’s a house of cotton. It was built by tiny foxes.
There’s the red and brown and black of all the fox’s fur
The white and white and white and white of all the furniture
Foxes like it soft and clean. Foxes like it neat.
Foxes like it comfortable beneath their tiny feet.
Fox’s ears are sensitive and cotton blocks the din
Cotton keeps the world out and makes the foxes grin
They have such lovely conversations far from all the crowds.
It’s like they have a house in heaven made of fluffy clouds
They’re not afraid, there are no doors, no windows and no locks.
For they are sure a big bad wolf cannot outwit a fox.
Other houses here reside besides this cotton house.
There is a house of watermelon carved out by a mouse.
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These houses were constructed by three tiny little pigs.
There’s a house that’s different than the other tiny boxes.
It’s a house of cotton. It was built by tiny foxes.
There’s the red and brown and black of all the fox’s fur
The white and white and white and white of all the furniture
Foxes like it soft and clean. Foxes like it neat.
Foxes like it comfortable beneath their tiny feet.
Fox’s ears are sensitive and cotton blocks the din
Cotton keeps the world out and makes the foxes grin
They have such lovely conversations far from all the crowds.
It’s like they have a house in heaven made of fluffy clouds
They’re not afraid, there are no doors, no windows and no locks.
For they are sure a big bad wolf cannot outwit a fox.
Other houses here reside besides this cotton house.
There is a house of watermelon carved out by a mouse.
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