Lava Lamp Larry
I love my lava lamp Larry
His color is blue, he has lots of goo
He has a bin that is made of tin
He produces light, he is so bright
Larry's light guides me through the night
He's nice, he transforms more than twice
When I can't sleep I open my eyes
His blue goo goes up and down and all around
I worry about the wire catching on fire
Then I tell my mind that I will be fine
In the morning he fades away
And waits for me throughout the day
I love my lava lamp larry
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