what i sing in my head

hello rhubarb, my old friend

i’ve come to chop you up again

and then i’ll cook you up with frozen fruits! and berries that work in cahoots!

to feed a band of hungry boys. they make some noise. and eat the fruit…of rhubarb.

i am totally not kidding. this is what i think about. sometimes at least. if you can’t figgure out the tune i shouldn’t have let you into my head.

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