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"HIGH WATER"

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(sassy:)

The river deep,
runs down my street,
it always overflows.

The water creeps,
up to my feet,
and laps over my toes.

My pants are wet,
and you can bet,
when the March winds blow,

High Water will find,
my bare behind......
And me without dry clothes!

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(Rainee:)

Still waters run deep.
Pull up your pants...
Ya little geek.

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(Lois:)

Try to be brave
and stay afloat.
John is a comin' down
the street with his boat.



(ps)

If you see a cow
slowly floating by,
tell Farmer Svenson,
Lois said Hi!

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(sassy:)

I'm treading water
to stay afloat,
when I see John
in an old rowboat.

He says jump in
but I don't see how,
cause in the boat
is Svenson's darn cow.


The boat is full
of bovine do-do,
And poor John has "do-do"
all over his shoes.

And would you believe
the fee he sees fit,
to charge for a ride,
to clean up that sh*t!?

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(john mark:)

I'll not take a ride
In his boat, no sir
To wade is the water
Is what I prefer.

I'll take off my shoes
And roll up my pants
With hands on my hips
I'll sing and I'll dance.

In my heart there is playin'
The song Danny Boy
My toes are a tappin'
I'm dancin' with joy

So bring on the water
Until there's a flood
My veins are a flowin'
With green Irish blood.



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(a sassy design)


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