♪♫♪ Home, home, and deranged,
where the deer and the cantaloupe roam. ♪♪♫♫
. . . Wait . . . Okay, I have it now.
♪♫♫ Home, home, now in flames,
where the dear little ants ♫♫♪ . . .
No wait . . . give me a minute.
♪♪♫ Poems from the deranged,
where the fear and the gentle hope play,
where sometimes is heard a discouraging word,
but the manic part flitters away. ♪♪♪♫
Yup, that’s how I remember it.
A p r o n h e a d -- Lilly Green 
Said it before & will say it again, you’re good at parody; very clever…
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Lilly, you have outdone yourself today! Thanks for the chuckle and smile!
🙂 Lost a few braincells on it I’m sure.
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Hilarious. Again. A person could hate you. Okay, nah, not really. 😉
Creativity is avoidance therapy so I don’t have to do my work and yet can avoid thinking about raiding the fridge. 🙂
I think we might be kindred spirits!
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How cute are you.
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LOL! You hit my funny bone with this one! The deranged deer’s words are superbly fitting his/her expressions you caught in terrific photography. The combination is perfect!
🙂 He was quite cooperative. The words: I must take full responsibility.
I’m so glad you are following my blog. I enjoy your insights and your thoughts so much — and it makes me happy you are reading mine, too.
Blessings! The Tromp Queen, aka Jill 🙂
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I wouldn’t like to meet one of those roaming cantaloupes.
No worries; they have no horns.
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Fun sighting!