Ode to Mt. Olive
I bought a gallon of pickles son
three point seven eight liters worth
these kosher dills make me happy
my fridge shall be their berth
fresh packed from Mt. Olive
on the corner of cucumber and vine
I can't wait to taste one
I know they're mighty fine
I love they way they crunch yes
juice runs down from my chin
I love to eat these pickles boy
they always make me grin
so open up a jar today son
let's hear that jar lid pop
and pass around the pickles boy
eat one and you just can't stop
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm pickles...
(THANK YOU MT. OLIVE!)
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