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The Ruminant Band - Fruit Bats
You'll always have smokes
If you always give buckets of love
Like little sad Tad who was
Living on beetles and grubs
He had a blue-eyed merle
And loved an Indian girl
Lived alone in the warm wet fields
In this corner of the world
You'll always eat bread
If you always have seeds to sow
LIke old Zen Ben who lived
With a murder of crows
He wore a crown of beans
And a belt of weeds
Slept alone in the warm wet
Fields on a bed of mustard seed
You won't lose the beat
If you just keep clapping your hands
Like sweet sweet Pete
Who clapped for the Ruminant Band
He had a broken lung
And a bit-off tongue
Lived alone in the warm
Wet fields under moon and sun
