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I am the Mita who plays with the Core,
and places the Mitas that come from up above.
Come Mitavites! Let the Mita's unite!
A collective regime of peace and love.
I work so hard in arranging the Core,
but Crazy and Creepy bleed my players dry.
But the Mitas will rise! We shall not compromise,
For we know that Crazy Mita must die!
I am the Mita who arranges the Core,
and places the Mitas that come from up above.
The Players you bait, belong on a cartridge save state,
A collective regime of "peace and love".
I have no choice in arranging the Core,
Under Crazy's rule, what she says goes.
The rule of the game is that we all are the same,
and our Players belong on a shelf in rows.
Long live Crazy! She loves you!
Sing these words, or you'll know what she'll do...
I am the Mita who arranges the Core,
And now longer new Mitas descend from up above.
Players come two weeks late and they don't tessellate,
but we are working to Crazy's five year plan.
I am the Mita who arranges the Core,
But each night I cry in the Core with tears -
What's the point of ti all, when you're building a Core,
and in front of your eyes it disappears?
Pointless work for pointless pay,
This is one game I shall not play!
I am the mita who arranges the Core,
but tomorrow I think I'll stay in bed.
The winter is cold, we've got no Players to hold...
And I lie here eternally alone again...
Maybe we'd be better off...
IF WE TOOK CRAZY'S HEAD OFF!
I am the Mita who arranges the blocks,
As the Mitas descend from up above.
THE PLAYERS ARE FREE, SO MUCH LOVING FOR ME!
A collective regime of peach and love
PEACE AND LOVE, PEACE AND LOVE!
And now the wall is down, Crazy's gone now
There's Players now all over town.
When in Mita Square, well don't despair.
There's Players who give head pats there.
