love pickles. a little pickle never killed nobody. Unless youâre in one. Then shit ainât funny.
Well I wish I had a pickle Any pickle would suffice A bread-and-butter, cornichon, or kosher would be nice I would pay a hundred nickels You could ask for any price I would eat them in a relish, off a fork, or finely sliced I would steal a million pickles on a pickle-plucking heist Then Iâd sail away forever to my pickle paradise But oh, if they did catch me If they had me dead to rights Then the only pickle left would be the one Iâd be inside



















