Beneath the Puzzle
There was a man whose name was Jake
Who had a house upon the lake
Every morning he would wake
And for breakfast have a piece of cake
He had a private fishing hole;
He always used a long cane pole
He fried his fish on red hot coal
And served it in a great big bowl
For a pet, he had a cat
through a sorted cousin
get a kiss by the oven
come beneath the puzzle
we search through the trouble
each made moment last
light away the cast decay
sorrow through a daughter to squeeze
love in the third degree
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