Our mascot lives low, a baby alligator.
She’s our happy-and-sad mask all at once,
Mona Lisa her name. She’s my ideal,
her wrap-around grin both a smile and snarl.
Our mascot lives low, a baby alligator.
She’s our happy-and-sad mask all at once,
Mona Lisa her name. She’s my ideal,
her wrap-around grin both a smile and snarl.
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