If I were in a bigger pickle

 

If I were in a bigger pickle

I would surely die

from drowning in the vinegar

and saltiness inside.

 

If I were in a bigger one

I don't think I could breathe

I think this tiny pickle here

is really all I need.

 

but if you meet a friend,

who is looking for a pet

I have this giant pickle,

it's the biggest you can get.

 

I hate I have to sell it

cause it brought me days of fun.

I'd keep it to myself

But it's too cucumbersome.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The End

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