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We truly hope you will accept our sincere condolences and deepest sympathy at the irritatingly irksome existence that countless generations of parents and children have foist upon you.
Firstly there is the belittling matter of your name. Indeed, we confess to being utterly unsure how best to address you and sincerely hope that we have caused no offence, for indeed our choice may be completely errant and your preferred spelling is perhaps Eensy-Weensy, or even Eency-Weency. It must be maddening to have to respond to so many variations of nomenclature. You must feel it as a sleight to your identity. So, we hope you gain some solace from knowing that someone else acknowledges your irksome position.
Secondly, and most importantly, we want to offer our commiserations for the irritatingly incessant cycle of climbing and then being sluiced down the spout to which you are condemned. You must hate that friggin' rain. Please believe that we know exactly how you feel, for we are doomed to spend all eternity going round and round.
Yours in misery,
The Wheels on the Bus