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We walk amongst the trees with a summer breeze blowing up your dress, causing you distress. I'd much rather be at home than out here for a boring roam through the wooded countryside. When you said 'fun walk', well, you lied.

David Attenborough I am not, I'm much less thorough when it comes to all the fauna that you want us both to corner. Oh Golly! We're in luck! Look love, there's a duck! Though I have seen them before. On the telly. That's what it's for.

CHORUS:How I hate ya, Nature
You are not a mate or
Even a kind neighbour, you've
Nothing good to offer

There's not much to see except for endless trees. Im gonna have a strop - where's the record shop, the comic book cafe, somewhere fun to play? There's not much to do but dream of big old poo I'll have when we get home from this boring roam

How I hate ya, Nature
You are not a mate or
Even a kind neighbour, you've
Nothing good to offer
To me ...

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from Le Blaireau Dans Son Terrier, released March 6, 2023

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