A Little Trip
We followed the trail to the edge of the cliff
then siix purple seagulls
gave us a lift
way out on the island of kalamazoo
we chartered a couple of young kangaroo
to bounce us to Boston
or maybe Bombay
we knew that where ever we went
we could pay,
the twenty six pickles
they asked for the ride
(we gave them two more
for a tip with great pride)
Now we've come to visit
for maybe a year,
or seventeen minutes,
it isn't quite clear.
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