Buckle Buckle Buckle Buckle Buckle

Time to buckle down and figure out how all these buckles came
To be attached to me and while we’re at it who made up the name
Of “buckle” ’cause it sounds like something someone didn’t mean to say
Except they got the hiccups but they kept on talking anyway
So “ball” or “bill” or “bubble” came out “buckle” and when all the laughter
Faded that’s the only word that anyone remembered after
Even though how that connects with belts is still a mystery
That’s nearly as impenetrable as who strapped these belts to me?!?

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Silliness is good
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