Sticks and stones and hard scones,
I'll take the time for tea.
And build a house and make it home,
With words thrown at me.
Wolves shall come and will go,
They lose no sleep for sheep.
When pigs fly I will cry,
But never let you see me weep.
I'm stronger than I appear,
My skin has grown quite thick.
And stronger still for what I built,
With stone, brick, and stick.
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