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‘Twas an oozy, delicious and slimy young worm
Through mud and through slush he delighted to squirm
One day he got hold of some old chewing gum
That from some country maid’s ruby liplets had come.
A Bugaboo sat on a friz-a-friz tree,
And chirruped and chirruped, so merry was he;
For h’ed swallowed a worm that he thought would agree
With his innerds, and so he was happy you see.
But the Bugaboo, gum and the worm didn’t rhyme
And the poor little bird had a horrible time;
For the gum glued the worm to his little inside,
And the gasteric juice couldn’t do what it tried.
Howardine de Pel
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