If I sat on top of a lamppost
And called out your name.
Would you be happy to come and see me
Or think me insane?
If I called you my raspberry doughnut
And pruned you once a year.
Would you be happy with what I’m doing
Or slap me around the ear?
If I mowed the grass in your garage
Then offered to cut your hair.
Would you object to me hanging around
And tell me to go elsewhere?
You may think these questions to be silly
And asked by a fool or buffoon.
You would be right in your assumption
But they are coming to take me away quite soon
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