| The Camel in the desert took a ship across the lake
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| While the Fish in search of water found a Fig with a bellyache
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| Who overheard the waves as they headed for the shore:
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| We’re not so sure of separations anymore!
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| At the Caterpillar picnic Brother Butterfly stole a rhubarb stem,
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| Licked and dipped it in the sugar bowl
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| Caught out for Massachusetts in a double-stack train
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| Through the Adirondacks, spinning like a weathervane
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| Gathering & cutting & splitting & stacking the wood
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| Our fuel is neatly piled and we all feel good
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| We pretend to care and like we understand
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| Our eyes go soft, but know it now:
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| What we’re thinking about’s your mammary glands
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| And how to sail your birth canal
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| We found a pot to fit the lid, to
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| Know less now than when we were smarter did
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| Our thoughts are like a teabag on the saucer —
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| All the flavor gone
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| The Dog below our waist’s aroused
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| As arms embrace the pretty Gals
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| But came much more as a surprise
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| It happening while I hugged the Guys!
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| We planted before the final frost and
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| Once were found but now we’re lost
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| We’ve got a heckuva lot to learn
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| About remaining Taciturn |