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born on the bayou

I'm only a young boy and already no one loves me. I got a stupid toy from my grandmother and my mom said I hurt her feelings. Didn't she get my list?

I've got a secret tree. It's in our yard and it's behind three other trees. Edgar, Macy and Walnut. I named them when I was three I think. I named my secret tree back then, too. When everyone is mad at me even the secret tree feels like an ordinary tree.

Oh, but wait! Now I'm not so sure. I run across the yard in twelve quick jumps and heave up into the thick branch that swings me up barefoot and quick. I'm a tree ninja.

I have a little radio that plays rock and roll, or whatever I want. I'm the unfurriest baboon, that's what my sister says. Born on the bayou...din dinna ninna nin...born on the bayou. I wonder what's a bayou.

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