A basket case am I
I fly on the wings of a boeing
I trip, but not high on drugs
I keep a strange cage full of parrots
And a lot of my garden has bugs
I walk in a forest of ankles
And when my feet ache from the stroll
I take a new pair and I wear them
And I look like a ugly old troll
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