This Is What Happens When You Go To Montreal
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Two friends of mine and I,
Got together for a talk,
We giggled and laughed,
And took a short walk.
We got weird looks,
Stared at like escapees from the freak show,
But all we were,
Was a trio of psychos.
Our topic of conversation,
Elephants;
Two pink and one white,
Mellowflants!
Robyn and James both with pink,
Get together and hope for a blue,
A nice bright shade,
One made from two.
And then there was me,
With my elephant buried up to its head in the ground,
'Cause it kept running away,
But was always found.
James has wheaties,
He ate them all,
And then they died,
And he had a nice long bawl.
