fit as a fiddle
moon, tight as a drum. more brass
than a tuba and
twice.
as.
much.
fun.
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Checkin' things out by the river.
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fit as a fiddle
moon, tight as a drum. more brass
than a tuba and
twice.
as.
much.
fun.
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not full and a whole lotta blustery
moon. no rest for the weary
storm chasin with you.
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half a silver dollar
moon. we’d spend more than that
to keep dancin with you.
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what if we nap in the car
moon. will that get us
up to you lickity-soon?
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paint the room green and do cartwheels
moon. since you asked, that’s exactly
what we’re gonna do.
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rollin out all the red carpet
moon. then we’ll roll somethin else.
here’s lookin at you.
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there once was a little girl,
moon, with curls curled
all over her head.
and when she was good, she was
golden. sweet.
and when she was bad
things got wreaked.
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built with the best of intentions
moon. didn’t mean to break
on the very first use.
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she was skinny and she could do
anything moon. including reminding herself
of you.
(that’s what she said)
(we can’t prove it’s true)