The Legend of the Overgrown Toenail
Its Big, Its Hairy
Its coming after you
It smells like old dairy
Its going to crack a fuse
It has a secret, I must confess
There is no way to stop its awful smell
Closer and closer, its coming to town
It looks like it came from the core of hell
You can see demons, smell them too
You can see, its infection disease
You would find an old man, scraping up poo
Rather than growing one of these
Hide behind the curtains, hide under the floor
And for goodness sake, be sure to lock your door
Because the legends coming to you
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