They climbed aboard my fishing boat, and sang sweet songs to me,
I took them back to my dump,
Sat them out on a fresh stump,
Where the snapdragons all sang in cute boy band harmony.
My flower was looking real sick,
I think it was bit by a tick,
But, it was not of high station,
Like a rose or carnation,
So, I just gave my sick flower a pick.
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