Life Is No Picnic
If I could just Mustard up
the energy
Then I might Ketchup
with what's expected of me
I'm Hot and Dog tired
with what life throws my way
There's a Chip on my shoulder
still to this day
In this group of Ants
running this way and that
Finding only the Crumbs
are all that is left
Drink it all in
always wanting for more
Life is no picnic
or so I am told
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