Rhyming with Counting
One, Two
A shoe
Three, Four
I walked into a door
Five, Six
I like to eat sticks
Seven, Eight
I'm full of hate
Nine, Ten
My name is not Ben
Ten, Nine
I'm far from fine
Eight, Seven
I came from hell not heaven
Six, Five
Don't punch a beehive
Four, Three
I saw someone kiss a tree
Two, One
No more son, he is done 'cause I have a gun
Copyright © Alces Da'Preciator | Year Posted 2025
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