the apple is the worm
the banana is the boat
the children are the trees in the graveyard
the doctor is the white coat
the end is the beginning
the flower is the buttonhole
grandpa has been left behind
and grandma sits in a hole
i have always suspected
that justice is a sham
kindly remove your greedy gaze
from my lion’s little lamb
mary had a little lamb
no one expected more
omar had a bottle of wine
and knew what it was for
pardon my frankness
but you all are quite disgusting
you have too many rabbits in your hats
to make a soul feel trusting
i want to go back to the beginning
and sit on the shore like a pebble
where all the waves are empires
and all the foam are rebels
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