The Motorcycle
A girl wanted a motorcycle real bad
So she borrowed the money from dad
She passed a pet shop
A monkey was bought
But it took all the money she had!
With fur on the floor everywhere
To the girl it just didn't seem fair
She called her pop
To say, "Guess what?"
"My monkey is losing it's hair!"
He told her he didn't have a clue
But to believe that it was true
Not to hesitate
Before it's too late
Sell the motorcycle is what she should do!
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