Kermit the Hermit
Lonesome Kermit
Was a hermit,
Living on a mountain, in a cave.
It was really very silly--
Worlds away from Piccadilly--
How that lonely cavern dweller did behave.
He was always in a quandary,
With no one to do his laundry
And he never found the time to wash or shave.
There is really no excuse
For style of that recluse,
And the way the fellow used to rant and rave.
For the whole span of his life,
Kermit never took a wife,
Cause he couldn't lure a woman to his cave.
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