Fresh-Picked


Fresh-picked rainbows
Get-em while they're hot.
Take home this beauty
Without another thought.

Don't ask where we got-em
It's some place you'll never go.
Maybe it's a desert,
Maybe there's some snow.

Fresh-picked rainbows
Get-em while they're here.
Grab one now
Before they disappear.

They will never miss 'em
In that place that's far away.
They will grow back soon
But who cares either way?

Fresh-picked rainbows
Get-em while they're new
I know I want one
And so do you!

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