Get Rid Of The Advertisements

Yeah? How?
 
It's so lonesome at the top,
especially when you're green;
one shade north and south
with a big Henson mouth,
'slimey-emerald or something between.

I've friends (in a strange sort of fashion)
who are all Henson Muppets like me.
We all mess around
acting the clown
in attempting to entertain thee.

The closest of mates is old Grover,
what a character ('cept when he's blue).
A mate I can trust
even when I go bust,
he sticks to me, sometimes like glue.

Please don't mention that strange porcine thing,
that pushy up-start of a sow.
The lying gross dame
has lodged a false claim
that she gave birth to tadpoles!
Yeah? How?



By cherryk

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