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Let's weave a tale of woe and despair That starts where most do, up in the air I'll introduce Wilson, the first of the lot For his whole life, only knowledge he sought The next one is Willow, with her lighter, bright Starting infernos to live through the night And then there's Wolfgang, who can throw a punch But HE'LL be for dinner, if he has skipped lunch And poor young Wendy, who has lost her kin But can summon her back, her ghostly, late twin And then a bot, whose name is a code Making the world his latest abode Then there is a name that's hard to repeat Old Wickerbottom, and she's hard to beat And the lone Woodie, who talks to h