While acorns spit fire and cantaloupes dance
My love is like a fish in the water. It never turns blue
Why spit like a camel when the water is good
If I were to drown it would not be me but with the fishes I’ll see
The trees throw at me leaves from the ground
Why is it that you’re not around?
Sad words sometimes flow but smiles catch up fast
Why which did come first my love or attraction
While alligators eat bugs
I’ll fly around on smart rugs
It’s not a rhyme that I care to rethink
I’ll bear not to have pressure
This is not or lesser value
Take into consideration the time it looks well spent
Remember the camels
They are not as dumb as they look
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