Mulatto the Alligator
I've heard him sing: The Mulatto:
By fat hotter than Roberto
Like Pepper is to Pimento;
Lost to him, too, one Alberto:
The boy friend of Fine Talatu...
Alto in all shows he goes to,
Even when beats are Staccato
Or long remains The Legato...
Yes, A very Good Contralto,
Overly fond if Sweet Potato
He would eat with Mashed Tomato...
Harsh words for Irish Potato;
Yet harsh Teeth of Alligator:
In anger bites in their ghetto!
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