Blue Moonday
Blue moon:
You saw me sanding a bone,
Without a creamy Pop-Tart,
Without a stove out on loan.
Blue moon:
You know just what it was, therefore
You heard me sanding a pear for
Its skin was really tough before.
And then there suddenly was peeled before tea
The only pear that was foretold.
I heard somebody whimper “Please please peel me.”
And when I looked to you, moon, it burned so cold.
Blue moon:
Now it’s no longer a bone.
It’s just a broken wishbone,
Without a turkey for loan.
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