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Somewhere in the damn forest... |
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Where the fat pines look like my brother's arms, |
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Thick and ripe |
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I'm trying to get out for days and these green vines |
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Keep getting in my way |
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I came up to a clearing. |
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Where the crosswinds cooled my face. |
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I would've sat down there in the middle, |
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I would've rested just a little, |
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But for the fire-bellied toads. |
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See the ground was wet and they were everywhere. |
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Fire-bellied toad number five |
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From what may or may not have been unlimited series |
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Opened up his little mouth |
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As though to speak, |
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And then he spoke |
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And then he spoke to me, and he said, |
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"you can't holler down a rain barrel. |
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You can't climb around a tree. |
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I don't want to play in your yard. |
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If you won't be good to me." |
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Honey it was downright creepy |
