Calico

The bitter tip of a little herb
That dirty nosey communist
And when he chews it, routes discerned
Those ashes barely fill this urn

You're really cut from another cloth
His beak nose can breathe in broth
You're gonna taste a sour note
They wanna burn the scrolls you wrote

When the sun is gonna cool your smile
You're gonna wind up keyed a while
You can dance with your beard on fire
The throat of g-d, aquire a choir

But in good humor you can step away
Your head is covered and your legs don't sway
But if you dance, they're gonna try and say
Today
It's a serious day



Credits
Writer(s): James Garvin
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