Wi' nae wee bairn ye'll me beget. Untwinkle, little ee. My ainly pang'll be regret. A maiden I will dee. But I'll turn into a nightingale. My song will warm thy heart. Well I'll turn into a threshing machine and tear thy bird apart. But I'll turn into a vampire and kiss you on the neck. Well I'll turn into a silver cross and send thee back to Heck. But I'll turn into a hydrogen bomb and atomize the air. Well I'll turn into a cockroach and you'll see if I care. But I'll turn into a supernova and burn up everything. Well I'll turn into a black little hole and you'll turn into string. But I'll turn into God Himself and then you'll come to me. Well I will not believe in you and then where will you be?
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