There Is No Little Red Wagon
There Is No Little Red Wagon
The professor, the priest, the psychologist commanded me
Do not think about the little red wagon.
My tormentors and captors yelled at me
Do not think about the little red wagon!
In turn they all question me ever so sweetly
“Did you think about the little red wagon?”
Naturally I respond, “No.”
I think I have them on the run this time, just for fun
Perhaps they don’t know
But when they asked again like a friend and a foe
I had trouble remembering
And said, “Could you repeat the question please?”
“Did you say something about a little red wagon?”
They turned on me, responded arrogantly
“Say that thing you just said one more time for the record!”
I said, “Sure.” “My pleasure.”
And repeated, “Did you say something about a dribble and a dragon?”
I guess that fixed their little red wagon.
This is such a bore so I can say no more about that thing on wheels.
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