(Inspired by a random quote on an article about loose windmill blades)
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Mommas, don’t let your babies go play among windmills
Don’t let them go EV, or ban all old trucks,
Don’t let ’em be soyboys, fact-checkers, and such
Mommas, don’t let your babies grow up without gin mills
They’re always at home
Not repaying loans
Even from someone they love
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Mommas don’t let your son turn into your daughter,
Let them go fishing,and shoot pellet guns,
Buy them a Hustler to know what is fun
Mommas don’t let your son turn into your daughter,
Send him to school and find a good teacher,
Don’t send him again if he s now a drag creature.