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Oh, the wonderful thing about oatmeal
How it lies on your pillow at night
How it fills up the holes in your jacket
How it doesn't taste like anything quite like
Oatmeal, plain as the prairies
Hotter than sunspots and stickier than glue
Oatmeal, you need no strawberries
Oh, I think I'm gonna have a bowl of you
Said I think I'm gonna have a bowl of you.
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