Frank
there once was an otter named frank
he owned a small bank
at night he smoked and he drank
he never showered, he really stank
frank the otter was really old
or so we have been told
a group of kids wanted to be bold
they decided to steal all his gold
they were suprised when they walked in
to see frank sipping on some gin
he wore a great big grin
then he committed a great big sin
he blew those boys to hell
one by one they fell
where the gun came from no one knows
at least thats how the story goes
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