(i blame my inspiration for this one on owain and sloan)

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are you on our hot list

we sure think it is a must

you're hotter than those hot cross buns

and yours seem red-hot to us

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we pile you on our hot list

you’re all so fine and sharp

you blind us with your flourish

we hear angels play the harp

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we pour over our little hot list:

'he writes!', 'he rhymes!', 'he sings!'

'he makes me smile many times a day!'

'i think that he has wings!'

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and so you make the hot list

because you're real live wires

Your Hotness, please stop blushing

it's your hotness our list inspires