Pop,
bottle, no grapes, no cotton, no corn,
berry, kale, tomatoes.
Green beans, don't rhyme with beans,
because the Lord has died in tomatoes.
I took my girl to a restaurant,
sat her down to the table.
She ate so much of peas and rice,
got a grease scent around her navel.
It gets worse.
Mary had a little cat that swallowed a ball of yarn.
When that cat had kittens,
they all had sweaters on.
Same little cat that Mary had,
it swallowed a watch one day.
She gave it some milk of magnesia,
just to pass the time away.
Now Mary had a little sheep,
and with that sheep she used to sleep,
the sheep turned
out to be her lamb.
And Mary had a little lamb.
Now Eve, she was a dancer.
Gosh, how that woman could dance.
Her dress was made of fig leaves,
and so was Adam's pants.
Now,
Adam, he was bashful.
He turned his face to the wall,
because he
knew when autumn came,
those leaves must certainly fall.
Oh,
but bottle,
no grapes,
no cotton,
corn,
berry,
kale,
tomatoes, green beans, don't rhyme with beans,
because the Lord has died in tomatoes.