There are times when you find
lobsters in a bucket
Can't climb out
Why won't they climb away
because other lobsters pull them down
Cherry pits and paper clips
and people talking smack
giant squid will come right and pull
your train right off the tracks
Mammoth broom swoops on down
sweeps you in a hole
Friends help eachother
Any way they can
When your up at bat
they'll be your biggest fan
When you're in a pit
They'll pull you out of it
It ain't wrong to write a song
for all your friends to sing along
People too, me and you
can also be like lobsters in bucket
it's all just one big mess
Please don't be a lobster
Friends are best
Making lunch for the baseball bunch while playing my violin
Feeding bands to giant clams
then the fun begins
Cantalopes and cowboy ropes,
Hon those whittling skills
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