Worms in my apple
Sharps in my flats
Binds in your apron strings
To Fireside Chats
Ants in my snow
Trolls beneath my bridge
Needles in my thoughts
And whitefish rotting in the fridge
Spiders by my tuffet
Repeat of my refrain
Queen of Hearts and Catholic Nuns
Parading through my rain
Drive the snakes from Ireland
Kiss the babies good
Drunken on your two-percent
And scammed by Robin Hood
Stabbed with kisses
Stung by butterflies
-Can't help being honeycut
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