when doves cry...
...
i like to eat ...
just up the street...
at taco bell...
my own personal hell...
its worse than ...
women or man...
wal mart can be...
torture you see...
so i go to the pet shop...
to watch the bunnies hop...
hop hop hop hop ...
hop hop hop plop...
that is the sound they make...
when they hop seven times and fall on a rake...
but dont worry...
the bunny might scurry...
but its not hurt...
but it messed up my shirt...
here is the trick...
watch a broken stick...
off of a rose bush...
in the morning rush...
just sometimes you have to...
stop and smell the doo doo...
that fertilizes...
flowers and despises...
to be smelled...
you can be quelled...
when you realize it...
that flowers grow out of shit...
also some days...
when there is haze...
and then comes rain...
you might disdain...
that this refrain...
is said again...
that this refrain...
is said again...
that this refrain...
is said again...
ok so the rain...
which is on the plain...
but blocks out the sun...
which people think is fun...
is also needed for...
the help the flower or...
the pretty tree grow...
this you should know...
but it is ironic...
that it is iconic...
that the rose also has to have...
the sun and to laugh...
that is the message...
of this passage...
that flowers also must chuckle...
or they will buckle...
oh hey the sun will set soon...
then we will see the moon...
isnt that nice...
the moon must like mice...
because mice and rats...
decide that...
they will come out at night...
then maybe we might...
get to see that rose...
as the moon glows...
and maybe a bat...
will see that a cat...
wants to eat a mouse...
inside a house...
but when the kitty...
chases the mouse's ditty...
it runs into a wall...
because the mouse is too small...
i said that...
poor cat...
nearby a toad...
hops in the road...
while a rabbit...
shows it...
that...
it should run from the cat...
but while the toad...
hops in the road...
it gets run over...
by a car with a dog inside named rover...
so that toad...
no longer is cold...
in the night air...
there is despair...
because it is dead...
that has been said...
the world now grieves...
silently like leaves...
blowing the wind...
softly yet...
manly, it...
is really beautiful sometimes...
when the wind chimes chime...
next to your friend...
who's life will too end...
that makes you sad...
if you think about that bad...
times that you had...
you should be glad...
that you have a friend...
and then...
the sun comes up the next day...
its as bright as they say...
so the house lights go out...
you dont have to shout...
when you're outside...
and not inside...
you may see a monster...
who has bad posture...
but you dont know...
that on the beach or in snow...
you can rely...
on this guy...
to help you out...
when you pout...
he is actually nice...
like sugar and spice...
he has bad posture and is strange...
because he had a sex change...
he used to be...
a she...
if you think that's weird...
this is mirrored...
on a horse...
of course...
maybe you too...
had to do...
sex reassignment surgery...
if you didnt its purjory...
because its a metaphor...
like a torch ...
it can scorch...
for what your secrets are for...
we all have them...
women and men...
maybe you can hide...
but you will find...
in a pig pen...
its best to show them...
just count to nine...
it will be fine...
you can say them or sing...
with a fling...
or a pat of butter...
your heart will flutter...
it doesnt matter...
if theyre on a platter...
or a paper plate...
either is grate...
so dont hide from yourself...
or any dwarf halfling or elf...
like that guy who played drums...
he was dumb...
do you know who i mean?...
he had a shirt that was green...
and a moustache...
that would not pass...
the moral of this story ...
is there is no glory ...
unless you live life...
with both cookies and strife...
this is a rule...
like a jewel...
just dont stand too long...
it will be gone...
if you have to pose...
with the rose...
then it will be far...
like a star...
then you will come across...
your boss...
...
i like to eat ...
just up the street...
at taco bell...
my own personal hell...
its worse than ...
women or man...
wal mart can be...
torture you see...
so i go to the pet shop...
to watch the bunnies hop...
hop hop hop hop ...
hop hop hop plop...
that is the sound they make...
when they hop seven times and fall on a rake...
but dont worry...
the bunny might scurry...
but its not hurt...
but it messed up my shirt...
here is the trick...
watch a broken stick...
off of a rose bush...
in the morning rush...
just sometimes you have to...
stop and smell the doo doo...
that fertilizes...
flowers and despises...
to be smelled...
you can be quelled...
when you realize it...
that flowers grow out of shit...
also some days...
when there is haze...
and then comes rain...
you might disdain...
that this refrain...
is said again...
that this refrain...
is said again...
that this refrain...
is said again...
ok so the rain...
which is on the plain...
but blocks out the sun...
which people think is fun...
is also needed for...
the help the flower or...
the pretty tree grow...
this you should know...
but it is ironic...
that it is iconic...
that the rose also has to have...
the sun and to laugh...
that is the message...
of this passage...
that flowers also must chuckle...
or they will buckle...
oh hey the sun will set soon...
then we will see the moon...
isnt that nice...
the moon must like mice...
because mice and rats...
decide that...
they will come out at night...
then maybe we might...
get to see that rose...
as the moon glows...
and maybe a bat...
will see that a cat...
wants to eat a mouse...
inside a house...
but when the kitty...
chases the mouse's ditty...
it runs into a wall...
because the mouse is too small...
i said that...
poor cat...
nearby a toad...
hops in the road...
while a rabbit...
shows it...
that...
it should run from the cat...
but while the toad...
hops in the road...
it gets run over...
by a car with a dog inside named rover...
so that toad...
no longer is cold...
in the night air...
there is despair...
because it is dead...
that has been said...
the world now grieves...
silently like leaves...
blowing the wind...
softly yet...
manly, it...
is really beautiful sometimes...
when the wind chimes chime...
next to your friend...
who's life will too end...
that makes you sad...
if you think about that bad...
times that you had...
you should be glad...
that you have a friend...
and then...
the sun comes up the next day...
its as bright as they say...
so the house lights go out...
you dont have to shout...
when you're outside...
and not inside...
you may see a monster...
who has bad posture...
but you dont know...
that on the beach or in snow...
you can rely...
on this guy...
to help you out...
when you pout...
he is actually nice...
like sugar and spice...
he has bad posture and is strange...
because he had a sex change...
he used to be...
a she...
if you think that's weird...
this is mirrored...
on a horse...
of course...
maybe you too...
had to do...
sex reassignment surgery...
if you didnt its purjory...
because its a metaphor...
like a torch ...
it can scorch...
for what your secrets are for...
we all have them...
women and men...
maybe you can hide...
but you will find...
in a pig pen...
its best to show them...
just count to nine...
it will be fine...
you can say them or sing...
with a fling...
or a pat of butter...
your heart will flutter...
it doesnt matter...
if theyre on a platter...
or a paper plate...
either is grate...
so dont hide from yourself...
or any dwarf halfling or elf...
like that guy who played drums...
he was dumb...
do you know who i mean?...
he had a shirt that was green...
and a moustache...
that would not pass...
the moral of this story ...
is there is no glory ...
unless you live life...
with both cookies and strife...
this is a rule...
like a jewel...
just dont stand too long...
it will be gone...
if you have to pose...
with the rose...
then it will be far...
like a star...
then you will come across...
your boss...