Pass the Asylum
With a wheelbarrow full of manure
For my strawberry patch,
Pushing past an asylum
I heard the gate latch,
An inmate emerged and said
What you got there?
I said it's to put on my strawberries
So they're not so bare.
He said, gee whizz mate,
You should come inside,
When they serve our strawberries
They put cream on the side.
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