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The Easter bunny’s feeling sick He ate eight boiled eggs for a trick And cannot stop fartin His butt end is smartin The other bunnies took the mick! Poor bunny said “It isn’t funny I’ve got excess gas in my tummy Eating eggs is a curse And what’s even worse My rabbit currants have turned runny” While Easter bunny had a walk His bunny pals began to talk They came up with a plan And saw hardware store Stan Who fitted Bunny with a cork When bunny just nibbled on hay His flatulence soon went away Long gone is the smell And bunny is well To bring chocolate eggs on Sunday thanks to a friend who smoothly whispered a prompt to me 04/15/22
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