| Not wanting to stomach more You run fast toward the door Now you are in the yard A horde of zombies now bombard You press forward towards the streets 2 more zombies your sword meets You do not stay to see them dead Just enough to get ahead Panicked now, you do run As comes up the warming sun Though you feel all over cold And not all any bold Zombies they are everywhere! They follow you here and there Pretty soon you find yourself Looking forward to poor health Surrounded now, nowhere left You feel it now, much bereft But then you see a sewer drain A chance to hide, yours to gain But where it leads you do not know And ponder then if you should go If you don't you'll have to fight But they swarm with such a might! Quickly now, make your mind Get yourself out from this bind: |
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