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Holes poked in the plastic top
Air for us to breathe
Just enough light filters in
For ernie, eb and steve
They say that when the top comes off
The light's too bright to take
And what you see can frighten you
There's been talk about a lake
And if you get to see too much
You're lifted from the dirt
And run right through
The length of you
Some say that it hurts
Stay away from the light
Try to keep out of sight
The one on top died of fright
I sure hope the fish don't bite
...When the top comes off.
