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I'm lying in the shade
Of my family tree
I'm a branch that broke off -
What will become of me?

Dear Mom, I'm lying here
In this queen-sized bed.
I'm thinking back
To all those stories you read to me.
About those little animals
Who went to sea
In their beautiful pea-green boat
But I can't remember now.
What happened then
Dear Mom, how does it end?

The owl and the pussycat went to sea
In their beautiful pea-green boat.
They took some honey and lots of money
Wrapped in a five-pound note.
The owl looked up to the stars above
And sang to a small guitar,
O lovely p***y! p***y my love!
What a wonderful p***y you are -
You are, you are!

Let us be married
Too long we've tarried
But what shall we do for a ring -
A ring, a ring
What shall we do for a ring?
Hey! Hey!

They sailed away for a year and a day
To the land where the bong-tree grows
And there in a wood a piggy wig stood
A ring at the end of his nose -
His nose, his nose
A ring at the end of his nose.

And hand in hand at the edge of the sand
They danced by the light of the
By the light of the, by the light of the moon.
And hand in hand at the edge of the sand
They danced by the light of the
By the light of the, by the light of the moon.
The moon, the moon
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
--Laurie Anderson, Bright Red



(I love that song. Can anyone say "crossbreeding?" 3nodding )