Muddy Rug Blues
Trapped in this mire
It will be my funeral pyre
That's a helluva way to expire
I'd much prefer to retire
And relax around a roaring fire
I'm stuck in the mud
A stick in the mud
Like a kid who crwls on the rug
I've got to have something to hug
Life keeps giving me a tug
Wish there was somebody else to bug
Insane Dane
With his hairy mane
Walked down the street with his rickety cane
Just a pain
From the fall he took in the lane
Soon all his strength wil wane
Washed away like the rain
He'll be buried out on the plane.
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