That's Not My Elephant
That's not my elephant!
with a second graders intelligence,
cooking food like spaghetti witch makes me pale and sick,
I'm telling this,
like the bill of rights,
witch are still in sight "ella"
a really bright fella,
would like to tella ya,
how de doo,
mc doo?
do you know whos glue,
sticks too? day?
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