Misfit Mcgee
Social Misfit Mr. Mollander McGumphry McGee
Took his hen for a walk down street seventy-three
Dancing beside him was a weird lunatic-like chickadee
I am glad we do not look that ridiculous said MM McGee
The hen kept her mouth shut, for she was brighter than he
Ridiculous is not the half of it she later told her sister Bree
No one else rides a hen down street seventy-three
We looked like two complete idiots, McGee and me.
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