You know, it really hurt
when you called me a mangy mutt.
When you stomped all over my dreams.
When you thrashed me in the gut.
When you tasted all my creams.
You said I wasn't worthy
to be the captain's footfat aide.
You said I wasn't worthy
to make a penny in the horse trade.
"A brimbling brambling brook.
That's all you'll ever amount to.
So that when I'm out inside the wilderness,
I'll have somewhere nice to poo."
Well, you know what asshole?
This brook has made a fortune selling steeds.
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