I want to get to know all the hamsters in your cage.
Won’t you let my hamster turn your wheel?
If you’ll give me your time, I’ll be you sage.
Don’t bite your time or it won’t heal.
I’ll share my mind and what bugs me before you’re gone.
I’ll give you my head like I were I tick.
You are the litter on my lawn.
I want to pick you up with my pointy stick.
You are the brightest colors in my finger paint kit.
I’ll keep my fingers in your jar and keep you wet.
I can be your ball and you can be my mitt.
I’m ready to swing my bat when ever you’re set.
We could start a relay and just run on.
We could run our race right off the map.
And when I hand you my baton,
I hope that you take it on your lap.
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