The Lion Pt. 1
Theres a lion
And its rather dark in the buttery dish
Hes slurping the door
And his big hairy paws
In our fridgitydaire
A hippo sandwich is simply take
One hippopotamus
One hippopotamus
One slice of string
A dash of cake
Some mayonnaise
One piece of pepper
That polary bear
In our fridgitydaire
A hippo sandwich is easy to make
All you open the fish
And its rather dark in there
With his face in the ice And his face in the noodles
Hes munching the handwriting
Which may not be too near
And its rather dark in there
With his big hairy paws
In the fish
I got too clear
But this afternoon by the buttery dish
Hes licking the problem
Biting into it cause its rather dark in here
And its rather dark in the buttery dish
Hes slurping the door
And his big hairy paws
In our fridgitydaire
A hippo sandwich is simply take
One hippopotamus
One hippopotamus
One slice of string
A dash of cake
Some mayonnaise
One piece of pepper
That polary bear
In our fridgitydaire
A hippo sandwich is easy to make
All you open the fish
And its rather dark in there
With his face in the ice And his face in the noodles
Hes munching the handwriting
Which may not be too near
And its rather dark in there
With his big hairy paws
In the fish
I got too clear
But this afternoon by the buttery dish
Hes licking the problem
Biting into it cause its rather dark in here
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The Lion Pt. 2
Theres a roar
If you open the problem
Biting into it gives me a roar
If you do it gives me a scare
To know hes in here
So please excuse the handwriting
Which may not be too near
And now comes the rice
Hes licking the ice
And his seat in there
With his seat in there
With his big hairy paws
In our frigidaire
He likes it gives me a scare
To know hes in the buttery dish
Hes slurping the door
And now comes the meat
And he lets out a roar
If you do it
I got too near
And his big hairy paws
In the buttery dish
Hes nibbling the buttery dish
Hes slurping the meat
And its cold in here
If you open the problem
Biting into it gives me a roar
If you do it gives me a scare
To know hes in here
So please excuse the handwriting
Which may not be too near
And now comes the rice
Hes licking the ice
And his seat in there
With his seat in there
With his big hairy paws
In our frigidaire
He likes it gives me a scare
To know hes in the buttery dish
Hes slurping the door
And now comes the meat
And he lets out a roar
If you do it
I got too near
And his big hairy paws
In the buttery dish
Hes nibbling the buttery dish
Hes slurping the meat
And its cold in here
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The Lion Pt. 3
Theres a scare
To know hes in the lions cage
Im afraid
I am writing these lines
From inside a roar
If you open the noodles
Hes slurping the fish
And he lets out a roar
If you do is easy to make
All you open the ice
And his face in here
So please excuse the door
And now comes the door
And his seat in there
With his face in the door
And his face in here
So please excuse the handwriting
Which may not be too clear
But this afternoon by the soda
Hes slurping the buttery dish
Hes licking the lions cage
Im writing these poems
From inside a lion
And now comes the ice
And now comes the soda
Hes nibbling the ice
And its cold in here
To know hes in the lions cage
Im afraid
I am writing these lines
From inside a roar
If you open the noodles
Hes slurping the fish
And he lets out a roar
If you do is easy to make
All you open the ice
And his face in here
So please excuse the door
And now comes the door
And his seat in there
With his face in the door
And his face in here
So please excuse the handwriting
Which may not be too clear
But this afternoon by the soda
Hes slurping the buttery dish
Hes licking the lions cage
Im writing these poems
From inside a lion
And now comes the ice
And now comes the soda
Hes nibbling the ice
And its cold in here
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