**UNDER THE TABLE** [Spoken] Uh-oh. [Sung] Down where the table shadows grow, four giant legs and down I go. Crumbs on the trail, shoe up ahead, something rolled where brave folks tread. Crawl real slow, flashlight bright— there’s my grape! I found it right— [Sound: CHOMP] [Spoken] ...You found it too.
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