There are times when you find

lobsters in a bucket

Can't climb out

Why won't they climb away

because other lobsters pull them down



Cherry pits and paper clips

and people talking smack

giant squid will come right and pull

your train right off the tracks

Mammoth broom swoops on down

sweeps you in a hole





Friends help eachother

Any way they can

When your up at bat

they'll be your biggest fan

When you're in a pit

They'll pull you out of it

It ain't wrong to write a song

for all your friends to sing along



People too, me and you

can also be like lobsters in bucket

it's all just one big mess

Please don't be a lobster

Friends are best



Making lunch for the baseball bunch while playing my violin

Feeding bands to giant clams

then the fun begins

Cantalopes and cowboy ropes,

Hon those whittling skills