Fuzzy fuzzy navel, what are you looking at?
Warmth in my belly,
showing me the way.
I see the twinkle in your eye but I'm not so sure.
Timmy, bumble tumbleweed.
I fear my past like I fear my future with you.
A little green plant is growing,
not under my sink,
but in some poor, rocky urban Pittsburgh soil.
We'll see if you grow; big and strong.
Apple of my eye.
How does your garden grow?
Wishy, washy washbasin,
how clean are your fingernails?
Fickle, freckled farmer,
how much can I give?
Not as much as I had once upon a gilded time.
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