Sunday, May 25, 2008

Bun Jovi

With an ironclad paw I wake up and
eat hay the morning
While some marching band keeps
Its own beat in my head
While we're chewing
All of the things that I long to munch on
Carrots and parsley and clover
They all taste so good
And the truth is baby it's all that I need

I want to lay me down in a bed of carrots
For tonite I sleep on a bed of carrots
I want to be just as close as the carrot top is
And lay me down on a bed of carrots

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