Ollie
Mr. Ollie used a tall scaffold
It was rickety and kind of old.
He had to fix walls which had black mold.
Cousin Jeff offered to hold.
Scaffolding so it would not fold.
Mr. Ollie said it was good as gold.
Forgetting he had an awful cold.
Sneeze knocked him off, big and bold.
Dead on the floor for days I’m told.
Doubt if house will ever be sold
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