The Elixir
I hold right here in my grimy little hands
The tiniest of vials
A magic elixir to cure all your ills
Guaranteed to bring you a smile
It has the finest of all ingredients
Ever concocted poured into it
From Himalayan Buddhist Monks finger nail dust
To pure Indian cobra snake spit
It'll clean you out of whatever ails you
It'll make you want to join the circus so you can eat fire
It'll burn the hair out of your ears and put them on your chest
Then want to pull them out with industrial pliers
It'll cause the old to do somersaults
And toddlers to sing gospel hymns
This magic elixir I now hold in my hands
So step right up my gullible friends
......And Let The Biding Begin
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