Nothing could bother me.
Now I’m merely an absentee.
HELP! HELP! HELP!
Will everything turn out all right
After such an adventurous night?
The outlook is not very bright.
What a peculiar plight,
To fall from a satellite,
And land where there’s no land in sight!
Oh, I wish I had just sat tight,
Poppa Pickle was right!
I hope I get home tonight!
HELP! HELP! HELP!
I’m a pickle without a pack,
The pack that was once on my back.
A pickle pack, that’s what I lack!
Ohl I just don’t know how to get back.
I’m a pickle that’s lost the track.
The track is the thing that I lack!
I’m a pickle that’s lost the knack,
Oh, alas and alack!
The knack — that’s the thing that I lack!
HELP! HELP! HELP!
HENRY
THE
PICKLE
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