Some People Have To Much Time On Ther Hands
When I was one I ate a bun going over the sea.
When I was two I tied my shoe going over the sea.
Then, I think I was thirty one then my butt grew,
I wasn't allowed over the sea, so I backed it up,
got caught up, then I was going over the sea.
My momma told me not to because I was going to
get eat by that damn shark at sea.
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