| Stitch up the nets but the patch won’t stay
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| As the nail beds rest in the calico hay
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| The Fiji Mermaid dressed in macrame’s
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| Wading road in the fork and a bend
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| In the spoon tern cut short as a shadow at noon
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| Melting like wax as that once full moon’s
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| Now waning ersatz acts an insufferable bore
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| 'Sharp Shots' dull as a harlequin’s sword
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| When doing as you please doesn’t please you anymore
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| Stick of the match as the paraffin show
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| Drop a nickel to watch the asparagus grow
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| 'The stone in what shell?'
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| You sure like to know now don’t you?
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| A loom in the heir as the medicine came
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| To the nest of the mare of the mystery claims
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| But you’ll miss having someone to blame
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| For your sadness, now won’t you?
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| Well maybe there’ll be a bakery hiring
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| We’ll knead a little dough to get by
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| (Groan!)
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| Did you come knocking on my door
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| Or did I come to yours?
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| Whose ship came washed up on whose shore?
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| And from what ocean floor?
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| There wasn’t much to her dress
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| and I felt stuck in my body like a horse in quicksand…
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| Didn’t you come knocking on my door? |