It Really Isn’t Esoteric
Give me a syllable count,
I don’t do meter (or math, forsooth),
don’t ask for a rhyme
it might be a little off ~
as am I, just a bit crazy
(or so I’m told).
Oh, me ~oh, my,
I’ll kiss the girls to make them cry,
jiggety-jig, jiggety-jog~
home again, home again,
we’ll eat pumpkin pie,
kiss the frog and say goodbye.
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