By
Lloyd (Buck) Tohill
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Hey, Evie girl…whatcha doin’ there gal?
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Hey, it’s just me—your ol’ serpent pal.
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I see you a starin’ at that tree…
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It looks good enough to eat———to me.
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I wonder why——the boss told you a lie
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That if you ate of it you would surely die?
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Now Evie girl, that’s just not right.
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He’s just funnin’ you, He’s makin’ light of you,
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He’s just clownin’ ‘round; like He likes to do
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Pay no mind to Him, ignore what He says to do
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And if you do, then He won’t bother you.
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You’ll find it juicy and so succulent
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And the taste of it you’ll not regret
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B7
See, now ain’t it good just like I said it’d be
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I wouldn’t lie to you, You can trust in me
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There’s someone comin’, I’d better scoot
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If it’s Adam, offer him some fruit.