i wish i had a dime
for every dream from which i woke
but if i paid a nickel for every one
i would be broke
it looks like rain today
no need to fuss and fret
my feet will get muddy
and my head will get wet
albert jones walks past me
with a frown upon his face
but he doesn’t care for anyone much
not even the whole human race
sally used to like me
at least she said she did
but when she came to get me
i ran and hid
down in he canebrake
the lion is gone
and the lion tamer
drinks lemonade on the lawn<
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