metalcrowe (metalcrowe) wrote in gherkin_goth,
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Bread and butter

(To the tune of "Freré Jacques", played on a little toy piano if you happen to have one handy. In a minor key, obviously.)

Bread and but-ter.
Bread and but-ter.

In the jar.
In the jar.

No one wants to eat me.
No one wants to eat me.

Here I rot.
Here I rot.
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