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caught myself a spaceman
Caught myself a spaceman with a rah, rah, rah
Put him in a jar, all fresh, green, funny and raw
He looked at me and I knew that I frightened him
He was going to be my pet. I would name him Jim.
But wait someone said, doesn't he need holes to breathe?
I will not poke holes in him, I said to my cousin Weirdo Shreathe.
Not him, he said, but at least poke air holes into the lid.
I changed my mind and called my Space man Sid.
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Caren Krutsinger
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