So I coughed up a lung fulla bees
Said there's more of them than of honey
Went for a walk in the grass
Smelled the hickory smoke from the barbeque
Pulled a single blade and cut
It's kinda pink
Kinda charred
Kinda sliced
Kinda chopped
With the chow chow
It's just fine
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