I’d love to live upon a tug
if it were parked on solid ground
I wouldn’t even mind the birds
that keep on coming round,
My thoughts would take me far and wide
no rolling for there’d be no tide
no violent storms, no ocean’s crossed
no ups and downs, no cookies tossed,
I think I'd love my tug a lot
anchored in some parking lot.
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