There’s a state I say I’ve never forayed, ever, into ever
And I lie because I find I recall passing on my way to visit Maine
Tidbit for you, forego lobsters, get the blueberries
In the form of pie, or ice cream, or fresh off the vine
But what I mean to say of this
Is that I don’t know Massachusetts
Olivia tells me of the bricky rusty tone of the
Bit called Cambridge, which I’ve seen on the movies and the tv screens
And they tell me of a doughnut place
My interest piques, my face relays,
Any state with a tasty place for pastry makes my heartbeat race
And they show me such pretty nature!
Glowing, grassy, crisp, I wager
And it makes me think about my little place and purpose now
On earth and how so miniscule all my burdens sound
But what I mean to say of this
Is Massachusetts I admit
I do not know a single bit
But it strikes a chord in my heart
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