Let me tell you a tiny secret,
One that no one would speak,
They hush their tone to silence,
And pray for nothing to creak,
They sit back comfortably,
Laughing and taunting us to stay,
We endure the hard willed pain,
Because we think it's the only way,
They throw us a bone,
And beg for us to bark,
We bite and see ourselves outside,
Which the doghouse doesn't give us a spark,
Our sorrows turn to glee,
And they're left there to grieve,
Our hearts are finally opened,
But only when we have to leave,
The secret was much to tell,
Yet you figured that as much,
And you'll fight me 'til the end,
But you're no match for the Dutch.
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