Oh, Mister bucket you are so sweet.

Though I think you are a bit lonely

Empty without something to fill you.

You are in a field without your cow buddies

To keep you company.

You are on your side,

Pushed over by the angry wind.

You are just a simple black bucket

A little worn from the years.

Now you sit on your side, empty,

Neglected by the farmer and the cows.

But I would get out of this car,

Jump over the fence,

And grab you up and take you home!

If it wasn't illegal.

Oh, Mister Bucket I will miss you so.

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Down the road

I tried to tell my mom about the empty bucket.

But she passed me off as crazy

And ran over the rabbit that was crossing the road.

The End.