The beast had a number.
And the beast had his.
He wondered ’bout his number
And what his number is.
The beast would never tell him.
But diners, trains and shops,
When they saw his number
Mostly said they’d call the cops!
If buddy didn’t vacate,
And vacate pretty soon,
When those whom bring their laws to bear,
Will bring you to no room.
No room to move.
No room to speak.
And maybe buddy in a week
Will be so willing to gladly seek
To raise his number
As he once did children.
Raise his number but until then,
Quiet and listen.
Yep, all good and
Now, what is that number?
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