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.
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