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Evan_Mann
Guest
Clotted cream and mother's milk
Is on the table drenched in silk.
When dogs attack the helpless fleas
I can not scratch my father's knee.
Why does the blood lamb bite it's tail?
Is it to make the sail boats sail?
Does it not know (and Mary too)
That all the hooves will turn to glue?
Is Mommy fat because she eats
Or is it the evil of the beets
That come at night to kill us all
Because we can not catch a ball?
I go to pick the furry fruit
And find a girl to clean the suit
That I must burn to see my grave.
(It's not a hole, it's just a cave)
It's nice to see a friendly face
Although I blush at your disgrace.
Is on the table drenched in silk.
When dogs attack the helpless fleas
I can not scratch my father's knee.
Why does the blood lamb bite it's tail?
Is it to make the sail boats sail?
Does it not know (and Mary too)
That all the hooves will turn to glue?
Is Mommy fat because she eats
Or is it the evil of the beets
That come at night to kill us all
Because we can not catch a ball?
I go to pick the furry fruit
And find a girl to clean the suit
That I must burn to see my grave.
(It's not a hole, it's just a cave)
It's nice to see a friendly face
Although I blush at your disgrace.