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Hammock
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My mom virtually lived in a hammock
And had cats that liked to rock
And if pop wanted to get in for a look
Before he climbed up, he had to knock
One of the knocks must have worked
They reckon I was born in the swinging bed
And when it happened the hammock jerked
And I fell out of mom onto my head
They say mom fished me back off the floor
|And attached me to her gushing udder
And that pop took off to the liquor store
Came back sozzled and said I looked like a rudder
The name stuck and was prefixed with Dave
If you’re wondering how I got my name
I hit the world like a tsunami wave
And have the history of how I became
I left home at 5 and lived in the jungle
And to keep the cheetahs and snakes away
At night I’d wrap myself up in a bundle
In my hammock to keep the nasties at bay
I’d lie in the hammock till midday
And wile my time away weaving vines
And with a vine lasso capture my prey
Then snack on them with…
