12 Days Late

This is my Bob Dylan style reply to the ducklings that want to swim with the wolf:

I’ve got a shot gun
You drank the butter rum
You shoot the heads off
I must be the Ribbentrop
You held your signs up
I held your buttercup
You say I’m not cool
I say I am a fool
And you’re a tool

Now watch how high you fly
watch how high you fly
watch how high you fly

Without My Wings

See how bad it can get?

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