Borrowed Verse That I'Ve Made Worse
I’ve sung a song at Six Pence
I’ve drank a little rye
I write a lot of nonsense
But it all makes sense to I
I’ve sat myself in a corner
Eating a blueberry pie
I’ve stuck out my thumb, for a ride to bum
What a good boy am I
My mother had a cupboard
But she wasn’t named after a squash
In it she kept some soap and a board
For behavior to change and mouths to wash
I like Peter am a pumpkin eater
I have a wife and you should meet her
Since I like the truth to tell
She’s really kept me very well
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