Elmer's Diwemma
You people must beweeve it has become a habit
I keep chasing after that squweey wabbit.
Now he has a fwiend who is a big bwack duck.
I twy to catch them both, but without any wuck.
I have my shotgun weady with ammo.
Earwy in the morning I awways go.
However, the squiptwiters never wet me win.
It is awways the same in awe the shows I am in.
I am just wike the coyote chasing that woad wunner.
I awways come up short. Isn’t that a bummer?
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