You wonder why I pout
Why I don’t yield to your command
Though you think I get tender loving care
There is something that makes me tense
My muscles are tired
My bones are weary
They are exercised daily
They love to stay strong
Strength is not just measured
By the weights one can hold
But also by how flexible
One can bend with grace
So I need to tell you
How to make me happy
All I need is a massage
Then all should be well
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