How Gullible Can You Get
That old gullible Gulliver Gold
Would believe anything he was told
It would turn to champagne
Catching drops in the rain
But all he caught was a nasty cold
Then we told him to try it again
Said this time it would turn into gin
In a steady downpour
His throat got really sore
And grew incredibly pale and thin
When he got well we thought we would say
Fame and fortune was coming his way
They would crown him the King
If he drank gasoline
So now they'll lay him to rest today
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