Four Thirty Five (435) wrote,
Four Thirty Five

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[Work] Ten Little Indians.

...Eight little indians, never thought this was heaven,
One got to jump ship, so now there are seven.

Seven little indians, learning the tricks,
One got a transfer, thus there are six.

Six little indians, all kicking alive,
One moved to Phoenix, then there were five.

Five little indians, on the sales floor,
One quit her job, and now there are four.

Four little indians, all wish to flee,
One got her wish, now there are three.

Three little indians, unsure what to do,
Stress almost killed one, so now there are two.

Two little indians, now under the gun,
The other is sick of it, so soon it might be one.

One little indian, not having fun.
This indian's leaving, so then there'd be none.
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