Sour Patch Kids

Look at all of the trees
We are just like the leaves
We're born to blow in the breeze
Fall from the branch with such ease

Check out all my CDs
They still do in a squeeze
If my laptop didn't freeze
They would all be MP3s

I've always had two knees
They've never been Chinese
Dirty from searching for keys
Take me wherever I please

I have always liked bees
They live free from disease
Over the land and the seas
I've never seen a bee sneeze

We are all refugees
Smelling the potpourris
Running from life's guarantees
Ticking away by degrees

The End

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