Dr. Herbert Benjamin
Piccolo-dee, deedly-oh!
We creep with a motion that’s slow!
We’re not in a race,
We move pickle-pace,
Piccolo-dee~ deedly-oh!
Piccolo-dee, deedly-dee!
In a picklish trance are we!
We bend high and low,
In a dream dance we flow,
Piccolo-dee, deedly-dee!
Piccolo-dee, deedly-oh!
We hold our hands out as we go!
We’re in such a trance,
In a slow-motion dance,
Piccolo-dee, deedly-oh!
Piccolo-dee, deedly-dee!
We’re zombies! All goofy are we!
We’re slaves to a pickle,
Stiff as an icicle,
Piccolo-dee,
PICCOLO!
Henry led them out into the hall and passed by the cat’s
basket and the mouse hole. The cat took a long look and
then stuck his head under his paws. “That
does
it!” the
cat moaned. I’m
sure
I’m going crazy now.” The mouse
bowed as the line passed by.
Finally Henry led the People back to their beds and
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