The Great Getaway
One gnocchi two gnocchi three gnocchi four
fell off the plate onto the floor
five gnocchi six gnocchi seven gnocchi more
rolled from the table and out the door
yet to this day
why they all behaved this way
no one knows no one can say
and with a rumbling grumbling tum
I'm afraid I could only stand and gape
as at last my gnocchi repast
made fast their large escape
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