There are thirteen headless turtles
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Hanging on a line
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Their severed heads would snap a stick
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And break your finger pretty quick
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The blood is draining from their necks
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And out into the grass
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The flies are buzzing all around
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A hatchet sticking in the ground
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The river looks like chocolate milk
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It’s foaming at the banks
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The snakes come out to sun themselves
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You think you’ve died and gone to hell
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I found one in the yard
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So I gave it to the dog
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She barked and got it by the head
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And flung it ‘round till it was dead
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And it’s summer here
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Out behind the barber shop
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The barber’s burning hair
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He lights it laughing to himself
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He knows you can’t escape the smell
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The smoke is rising from the pile
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And out into the town
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It stings your eyes and burns your nose
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And makes it’s way all through your clothes
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And it’s summer here
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It's Summer Here
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| Ass Ponys |
