Head of Femur
the sausage canoe
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Deep rising figures
A tide as black as the plsatic that shapes all bodies
Fisher, prim and pro
The bathroom lights
Let me know that I'm still nine
And not a day past
Fisher, prim and pro
Can you name a vessel
That tastes so curious
Like this canoe?
Did you see them eating the sausage canoe?
They're so fat and happy
I'm sort of a sailor
And August was the month my mom nearly sunk
The whirlpool tub
Where and edible ship sank by the drain
Did you see them eating the sausage canoe?
They're so fat and happy