Some say that a laugh can't be planned though sometimes a laugh needs a hand To laugh, I might wish at gag about fish, but laughs at your joke would be canned
Oh dear, did you think I was mean t'ya? Will you be calmed with a gardenia? Was it not apparent That fishes they weren't? Those girls, you see, were from Sardinia
You've heard not a word that I've said Your puns, just like fish, rot from head Each time I peruse the lines you misuse, I wish, like those fish, I was dead
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Their names were Marie and Marlene
They both loved to swim in that stream
For them do not cry
I will tell you why
For each of them was a sardine
Some say that a laugh can't be planned
though sometimes a laugh needs a hand
To laugh, I might wish
at gag about fish,
but laughs at your joke would be canned
Oh dear, did you think I was mean t'ya?
Will you be calmed with a gardenia?
Was it not apparent
That fishes they weren't?
Those girls, you see, were from Sardinia
You've heard not a word that I've said
Your puns, just like fish, rot from head
Each time I peruse
the lines you misuse,
I wish, like those fish, I was dead
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