abner jones was afraid to be alone
so he threw his poor dog a bone
the dog’s name was solomon smith
and didn’t know who he was dealing with
down on the corner the witches stand
and sell adrenalin to beat the band
membranes pass by on soft little feet
because they think they own the street
eddie the egg is a bouncing boy
who brings the passing strangers joy
with an endless repertoire of songs
to show the world that he belongs
it is getting late, the spiders say
tomorrow is another day
and then another one after that
and it may rain, so wear your hat
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