The Lip Runners
Three mischief makers,
Larry, Lester and Lew,
slipped some wriggly white mice,
inside of their mothers' shoes.
Three screaming mothers,
threw up their hands and ran.
"We're in trouble," screamed Lester,
"Does anyone have a plan?"
"Stick out your lips," shouted Larry,
running as fast as he could go.
"Stretch, stretch, stretch your lips,
and they will start to grow."
Lips, lips, lips,
now the running boys could see,
their lower lips were stretching,
far below their knees!
Down the street the mothers ran,
chasing Larry, Lester and Lew.
But as every kid on the block now knows,
three lips are faster than two!
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