at least I’m not a violin

I got into trouble with the grocer
When I was dressed in a cabbage leaf
I like the blues in my porridge
And I always send a wreath

I got into trouble with the milkman
When I wore a milk bottle top
I like my greens in hollandaise sauce
And I always look like a rat

I got into trouble with the baker
When all I could spend was a crust
They sent me to see a psychiatrist
But I always sweep up the dust

I got into trouble with the tailor
When I ran naked into his shop
I’m following a dream I said to him
But I love you in leopard spots

I got into trouble with a policeman
For singing in a chamber pot
He said you’ll go far when we find out who you are
But a violin you are not

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