Light as a feather.
Light as a feather.
Stiff as a board.
Stiff as a board.
Light as a board.
Stiff as a feather.
I want to levitate.
I want to levitate.
Must limit my caloric intake.
Must limit my caloric intake.
I want to limit my caloric intake.
Must levitate!
I need to weigh less.
I need to weigh less.
Then, I will be beautiful.
Then, I will be beautiful.
I need to be less.
I will then weigh beautiful.
As a stiff board,
I must weigh less—
limit my caloric intake.
Then, light as a feather,
I need to levitate.
I want to be beautiful.
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