None of Your Biz
Giant sneeze a tease a wheeze and a fizz.
Things are happening to Lady McDiz.
I can’t tell you why but just that it is.
You see honey it is none of your biz.
Your twenty-six questions sound like a quiz.
Excuse me, my dear, I must take a whiz.
Ask him if you want. He’ll tutter and tis.
When hearing was given, he did not get his.
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