Molly’s Fat Tire
What ho!
Where did our Molly go?
Sophie and I want to know...
She’s hidin’ in a box
Lookin’ a mite distraught
And also kinda’ blue
‘Cause the only thing in view
Is a bottle of Fat Tire Brew
And ‘though she knows
It’s smooth as silk
She’d rather have a bowl of milk!
BB’10
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