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Twenty-five piggies marching down the street
Twenty-five piggies on their little beat
Twenty-five piggies ain't got nothing to do
Twenty-five piggies gonna lay into you
Your clothes aren't brand new
You don't fit in
Your home isn't safe
They'll break right in
They'll smash your head
While you're asleep
Then out the backdoor
Down the alley
And into the night they creep
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