beyond the confines of limited help.
Who would be a messiah in this mess?
Oh lord, show me the person you would bless.
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III.
Who put the cookies in my piano?
Package says almond creme from Milano.
Surge Rachmaninov would have an answer,
but he's dead; ivories one less dancer.
I tip toe top hat my pal chimpanzee
Tarzan's yodel and Cheetah smiles cheezy.
Here come the animals in full stampede!
It's a revolution brought on by greed.
I once loved a woman broad-hipped with soul,
the clouds were like white roses in a bowl.
And when she smiled upon me I cried such tears
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