sometimes i wonder if this world is really real
and if anybody in it knows how i really feel
and if i tried to tell them would it be worth the grief
and if they said they understood would i feel any relief
i don’t really like you much
and you do not like me
let us gather on the mountaintop
and drift out to sea
i passed a kitten on the highway
and it followed me home
i gave it all my wealth and fame
but it only wanted a loan
the servants gave a mighty shout
when i approached the gate
i told them i forgave them
but it was too late
they found a rope and hanged me
from the old apple tree
the peach tree was taller
but it was just not meant to be
they set up the picnic tables
as i swung in the breeze
i had nothing more to give them
but they were easy to please
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