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There are times when you find, lobsters in a bucket, can't climb out.
Why won't they climb away? Because other
lobsters pull them down.
Cherry pits and paper clips and people talking smack. Giant squid will
come right up and pull your train right off
the track.
Mammoth broom swoops on down. and sweeps you in a whole.
Friends help each other any way they can. When you're up at bat, they'll
be your biggest fan. When you're in a pit,
they'll pull you out of it. It ain't wrong to write a song, for all your
friends to sing along.
People too, me and you, can also be like LOBSTERS in BUCKETS. It's all
just one big mess. Please don't be a
LOBSTER, friends are best.
Making lunch for the baseball bunch, while playing violin. Feeding bands
to giant clams, that's where the fun
begins. cantaloupes and cowboy ropes, hone those whittleing skills.
Friends help each other any way they can. When you're up at bat, they'll
be your biggest fan. When you're in a pit,
they'll pull you out of it. It ain't wrong to write a song, for all your
friends to sing along.
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