I was going spelunking and got lucky cuz I found a pickle
It was quite brittle, carried cautiously ya for it is fickle
Now I can sell it for a dime, quarter, or a nickel
Or a laboratory timed with the roaring Sickels
Apparently, this much pickle is unhealthy for me
But daringly, I don’t care for I am 3, Eat-
-ing pickles in the air is a fair life for thee
Yeah I hope I don’t get sick, O’hare is following me
Yee
Oh
I like pickles
Oh yeah
They’re green
Yeah, you know pickles really are the best fruit
There ain’t no debate, yeah, there ain’t no dispute
Even if there was it would be so convoluted
Even more than the pickle factory I looted
Pickle, Pickle, Pickle
Pickle, Pickle, Pickle, Pickle, Pickle, Pickle, Pickle, Pickle
Pickle
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