That Itchy Finger
Wow, it's a heat seeking missile
Always first to blow the whistle
Amazingly speedy on the draw
Faster than Quick Draw McGraw
No poem has the chance to linger
Not with that itchy trigger finger
Hurry, hurry, no time to wait
Gotta get out of the starting gate
But the first to cross the finish line
is always the winner, Einstein.
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