The pickle over there has grown a lot of hair
it's winking in my direction and making lustful eyes. 

The pickle over there has grown a lot of hair 
and keeps winking in this direction and giving me an eye. 

I did not know pickles 
could grow hair and winking!
How could they wink there!
But that pickle is doing both. 
Lasciviously, eyeing most. 

Yes, that pickle there, eyeing most. 
Wiggling furry eyebrows, too. 

Why does that pickle make these faces? 
Does that pickle not quite know 
it is just a pickle? 
It can't really go in the show. 

Have you ever thought of pickles,
green ones and gray ones and clear ones,
lots of colored pickled things 
dancing in a cabaret! 

Lustful little pickles leering,
eyeing all with pickles quivering.
Lots of little pickles wiggling 
all in our way. 

I don't think I want that pickle 
with or without hair. 
I don't want to touch a pickle.
No, please, never there. 

But, sometimes you have got a pickle,
green and slimy, too.
And you just need to gather it up
and throw it outside. 

Where, perhaps, it can grow some hair up there 
and maybe look lustfully with its eyes. 
But it won't be in your house, not there, because 
it will be all outside.