He began by pulling my leg
But ended by pulling my hair
I was glad he was pulling my leg
When he said he would pull my finger
He had pushed me far enough
Nearly pushed me over the edge
It was a case of push and shove
And being dragged backwards through a hedge
Someone was pulling the cart
Another was pushing his art
But it was all being pulled apart
By the time she took off her pull over
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