If you have a snake for a pet
I think it’s a pretty safe bet
That you have one or two kidneys.
You thought this would end differently?
How judgmental can you get?
If you have a snake for a pet
I think it’s a pretty safe bet
That you have one or two kidneys.
You thought this would end differently?
How judgmental can you get?
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Once there was some type of snake,
A cobra, asp, or adder.
Since the story’s fictional
It really doesn’t matter.
This adder, I’ve decided,
Was in a farm one day
Sliding its limbless body
Between two bales of hay.
The snake was not observant
And it failed to look both ways.
‘Twas run over by the farmer.
And thus ended its days.
So when the adder rendez-voused
With its rural malefactor
We can say the adder
Suddenly became sub-tractor.
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The snake was made uncomfortable
And it gave a gasp.
You might say it experienced
A pain in the asp.
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You can’t get a job in gardening
If you are a snake.
Something about job history
And some Eve girl’s big mistake.
But I won’t let this prejudice
Go to my pointy head.
I’ll get a job in marketing
Or politics instead.
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