Strange things going on in the living room [Ed. there's a Rhinocerous in there]

Nasty smelly dungy musty farmy smell,
Can't seem to find the source,
Can't seem to move around,
So damned cramped in there,
Keep bumping into things,
Rubbery, hairy, horny, smelly things,
Can't get into the middle,
There's no room to move.

Maybe I'm going mad
Constant strange grunting noise
Deafening thuds off and on
Keep me awake all night
Frighten me off my food
Wish I knew what the problem was
Doubt I ever will,
Everything's normal otherwise.


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