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Unfortunate Thing Here is the tale of Unfortunate Thing Whom I found in our garden shed He’s seven foot two, with shiny black nose And horns on the top of his head Unfortunate Thing wore a fine suit of scales Which hadn’t been polished for years All covered in dust and speckles of rust From endless showers of tears Reclined on a large sack of compost A vision of gloom and despair Alone in the shadows, sat sobbing Needing some comfort and care “Poor Thing” said I, “What’s the problem – whatever is troubling you?” And proceeded to give him a cuddle (….which proved quite a hard thing t