It’s Not That Easy
Kermit the frog
in your throat, the voice that falls
into the creek of the gone away
There is a naked foot for every shoe
and a banjo for your slimy hands
Plunk out some song
of water followed out from home
Oh fainted flower You cannot revive
Your horoscope warned you about it
But you went ahead and lived anyway
La da da di da da
Loosen the words from their balloon strings
Make the muppet version of yourself
proud
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