(I'll tell you a story of silly young king
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Who played with the world at the end of a string
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But he only loved one single thing and that was just a peanut butter sandwich)
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Now his scepter wand his royal gowns his regal throne and golden crowns
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Were brown and sticky from the mounds
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And drippings from each peanut butter sandwich
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His subjects all were silly fools cuz he had passed a royal rule
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That all that they could learn in school was how to make a peanut butter sandwich
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He would not eat his sovereign steak he scorned his soup and his kingly cake
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And told his courtly cook to bake
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And nothin' nothin' nothin' but an extra-sticky peanut butter sandwich
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And then one day he took a bite and started chewing with delight
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But found his mouth was stuck quite tight
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From that last bite of peanut butter sandwich
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His brother pulled his sister pried the wizard pushed his mother cried
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Oh my boy's committed suicide from eating his last peanut utter sandwich
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The dentist came and the royal doc the royal plumber banged and knocked
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But still those jaws stayed tightly locked oh darn that sticky peanut utter sandwich
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The carpenter he tried with pliers the telephone man tried with wires
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The firemen they tried with fire but couldn't melt that peanut utter sandwich
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With ropes and pulleys drills and coil with steam and lubricating oil
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For twenty years of tears and toil they fought that awful peanut bbutter sandwich
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Then all his royal subjects came they hooked his jaws with grapplin' chains
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And pulled both ways with might and main
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Against against that peanut butter sandwich
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Each man and woman girl and boy put down their ploughs and pots and toys
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And pulled until kerack oh joy they broke right through the peanut utter sandwich
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A puff of dust a screech a squeak the kin's jaw opened with a creak
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And then in voice so faint and weak the first words that they heard him speak
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Were how about a peanut butter sandwich
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Peanut Butter Sandwich
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| Shel Silverstein |
