love pickles. a little pickle never killed nobody. Unless you’re in one. Then shit ain’t funny.
Well I wish I had a pickle Any pickle would suffice A bread-and-butter, cornichon, or kosher would be nice I would pay a hundred nickels You could ask for any price I would eat them in a relish, off a fork, or finely sliced I would steal a million pickles on a pickle-plucking heist Then I’d sail away forever to my pickle paradise But oh, if they did catch me If they had me dead to rights Then the only pickle left would be the one I’d be inside





















