Donuts Come and Go
Donuts come and donuts go,
because they're round, and so
when you take them off the fire,
they're shaped like a rubber tire,
with a hole right in the middle -
they ain't no pancake from a griddle.
Where do the donuts go?
Don't ask me, I don't know.
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