I’m sorry I washed your pants
In which you keep relics in the pocket
But I left a map on the fridge
To help you find more
Take a right at the steeple
Disregard the second one
Coming up on your left
Is your last chance for lunch
I would never eat a reptile
I would maybe eat an insect or a slug
If push comes to shove
When your skiff is docked
And you’re stepping in muck
And a lizard brushes against your leg
Might as well be the wind
When you find a pile of rocks
Arranged like some strange ritual
Know that I was just having fun
I would never eat a reptile
I would maybe eat an insect or a slug
If push comes to shove
Hands full of clay from the riverbank
I say, "take this, I’ve earned it,
but it’s not enough to buy a horse"
As it started to dry
It looked like you were ready to be leaving
But I was still piling the clods wildly
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