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There are times when you find, lobsters in a bucket, can't climb out.
Why won't they climb away? Because otherlobsters pull them down.
Cherry pits and paper clips and people talking smack. Giant squid willcome right up and pull your train right offthe track.
Mammoth broom swoops on down. and sweeps you in a whole.
Friends help each other any way they can. When you're up at bat, they'llbe your biggest fan. When you're in a pit,they'll pull you out of it. It ain't wrong to write a song, for all yourfriends to sing along.
People too, me and you, can also be like LOBSTERS in BUCKETS. It's alljust one big mess. Please don't be a
LOBSTER, friends are best.
Making lunch for the baseball bunch, while playing violin. Feeding bandsto giant clams, that's where the funbegins. cantaloupes and cowboy ropes, hone those whittleing skills.
Friends help each other any way they can. When you're up at bat, they'llbe your biggest fan. When you're in a pit,they'll pull you out of it. It ain't wrong to write a song, for all yourfriends to sing along.
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