Forgotten Before I'M Gone
I don't want to wait 'til I die for people to praise me
Tell me now, Stepmom, how easy it was to raise me
And please, dear brother, do not hold back
Let your friends know all the great jokes I cracked
Lastly, my dear Home Economics students, wherever you are,
Assure connoisseurs that I make a mean salad bar
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