Pretty Jars

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Slim pickings this harvest So I listen for a messenger from the West To tell me that somebody has got something for me to peruse Slim picking this harvest So I wait for something more honest When you tell me you want to see me, I don't think there's a way I can lose Pretty Jars reflect my stars Better than the windshields of flying cars Pretty Jars shine like stars Brighter than the headlights of flying cars So I won't farm these dusty fields no more And I might еven turn down a few free bushels just lеft on my door But I promise that I won't starve while I wait for preserves in pretty jars So I won't farm, I'll do my best to keep my hands out the dirt And I'll occupy myself with a new definition of work And even if I never eat the food within, I will turn down dirt to look at pretty jars Pretty Jars reflect my stars Better than the windshields of flying cars Pretty Jars shine like stars Brighter than the headlights of flying cars
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