We are the rainbow kung fu badgers
in robes of raspberry rocks
we're not for hire or lower
unless your chickens wear socks
we skate on butter to lemonade
singing lullabies to our beers
chopping water with a horse
being encouraged by foxglove cheers
we all have fantastic haircuts
that shout at our friends when we fight
we have to go out in the darkness
as our ears are scared of the light
our enemies are nonexistent
they have yet to be formed in a nose
we train whenever we have rails
using them to play cards with a rose
We will see you again three weeks ago
but of us you can never tell
happy lemongrass potatoes to you all
when your garlic gets lost in a well
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