Little Anne

	I sense your friends across the room
	Leaning, tall, and deathly ill
	An animal inside the walls
	Born in the bathroom stalls
	It's little anne
	When you were young you dare not speak
	And leisure moved from week to week
	You'd want me to
	I feel and stop and folding now
	It will be over
	And with eight snakes the earth will drown
	It will be over
	With little anne