How many chickens can we count
On our fingers and toes
On their toes
Sitting on fathers hole
Siting on his chest
Crushing rocks of dirt
The earth is soft in our
Yard yard
Stones in my shoes
And feet
Dragging them through museums
Where
Under glass
Refridgerate
Freeze
Hands and feet
And knobbly knees
Yard yard
In our yard How many chickens can we count On our fingers and toes On their toes Sitting on fathers hole Siting on his chest Crushing rocks of dirt The earth is soft in our Yard yard Stones in my shoes And feet Dragging them through museums Where Under glass Refridgerate Freeze Hands and feet And knobbly knees Yard yard Explain Request ×
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