When I was just a little lad
I never knew my mom and dad
My big brother was my hero.
He raised Pidgins as a hobby.
One day he upped and promised me
a pidgin of my own. Oh goody.
One day a storm blew into town and blew his pidgin
coop aground.
The sole survivor of the storm was one pathetic squab.
Here little brother says my sib.He's yours.
so I fed him,and built a nest for him, and
hugged him, and pet him, and loved him.
He was me and I was he my little buddy Pete.
and every day I wouldn't stop to play but run
home to my Pete. Oh my brother George is my hero.
One day I ran home to my Pete and found no sign of him.
I asked George where my Pete boy was. He said he had no clue.
I found out later That sum-bitch sold Pete.
That rat ******* sold my pidgin.
Sep 27, 2012
Sep 27, 2012 at 4:05 AM UTC
When I was just a little lad
I never knew my mom and dad
My big brother was my hero.
He raised Pidgins as a hobby.
One day he upped and promised me
a pidgin of my own. Oh goody.
One day a storm blew into town and blew his pidgin
coop aground.
The sole survivor of the storm was one pathetic squab.
Here little brother says my sib.He's yours.
so I fed him,and built a nest for him, and
hugged him, and pet him, and loved him.
He was me and I was he my little buddy Pete.
and every day I wouldn't stop to play but run
home to my Pete. Oh my brother George is my hero.
One day I ran home to my Pete and found no sign of him.
I asked George where my Pete boy was. He said he had no clue.
I found out later That sum-bitch sold Pete.
That rat ******* sold my pidgin.
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