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| Sushi
Pajamas by Howie Spielman |
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could be happy in sushi pajamas With Unagi close to my heart And Ebi on my shoulder In colors so bold I'd sleep in a true work of art I could sleep soundly in sushi pajamas Hamachi right over my spleen Fish eggs near my wrist Right after I kissed you good night I'd be having good dreams I could make dinner in sushi pajamas The maki would make me think twice Of all of your wishes For platters and dishes Bursting with fresh fish and rice |
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I'd
make my own pattern for sushi pajamas And carefully place every piece For my weight and height And your appetite To take you on late night sushi feasts Wasabi! Wasabi! Please have some wasabi! It gives you a jolt in the head To stay up all night And have the delight Of marvelous sushi in bed I'd be the menu in sushi pajamas And you could have all you desire Once you have learned Not to get burned 'Cause this sushi's not raw - it's on fire! |
... and just where do they come from?
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