Two raccoons met up a tree.
One raccoon said, you look like you have been up to no good.
Or is it just me?
The other raccoon said, up to no good why do you ask?

The first raccoon said, it is because of your face mask.
The second raccoon said, you're just talking trash.
I saw you stealing the cat's food.
And it had nothing to do with your mask.

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