For all his life, Frank had been at war with the willows. They sprouted in and around the stream, clogged the irrigation ditches, and choked off the water flow.
His land, a narrow plain between
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October comes and I shiver
(though not because of the cold).
‘Cause noses flow like a river,
And I face a terror untold.
They yank and they yank without a pause
Unaware of the horror they cause me.
Just wash your hands!
It’ll protect your glands,
And save a poor box some therapy.
The sound they make, a horrendos A-CHOO!
Warns me that I’m about to be used.
I wish I could fight,
I better find a flight
That’ll take me to sweet TImbuktu.
(though not because of the cold).
‘Cause noses flow like a river,
And I face a terror untold.
They yank and they yank without a pause
Unaware of the horror they cause me.
Just wash your hands!
It’ll protect your glands,
And save a poor box some therapy.
The sound they make, a horrendos A-CHOO!
Warns me that I’m about to be used.
I wish I could fight,
I better find a flight
That’ll take me to sweet TImbuktu.