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Early in the morning, heading to work,
Another sardine-in-a-tin kind of guy.
Dressed up like a drone,
In his khakis and red power tie.
Abraham’s tired of the day-after-day,
But what can a shepherd do?
But march over the hills all day long,
Stuck in a rut that smells of sheep poo.
Young man, Abraham,
Head upon a stick,
What a feat, what a trick!
You need a medical exam,
To figure out how it’s true,
Without a heart,
And the other inner parts,
That you live like you do!
Abraham, Abraham,
Why so scared?
Did you find something nasty in your shoe?
Abraham, Abraham,
Why so surprised?
So, you’ve got a baby son at a-hundred-and-two?
Abraham, Abraham,
Why so amused?
Change that diaper! What’s wrong with you?
Old, old Abraham,
Strange, strange beard.
Looks a mess,
Smells really weird.
Twisting hair,
Barbers beware,
Of old, old Abraham,
And his strange, strange beard.
Abraham was a handsome man,
From his head down to his feet.
He’d flash his smile, big and wide,
To everyone he’d meet.
But when he got too old,
And his beard hung low,
He sat right there in his seat.