Tired of Marthas Snoopy Way
We were fed up with Martha’s snoopy way
Cheered when her head rolled off one day
Did her head stop talking?
It surely did not; it kept squawking.
It kept rolling over and over.
So we put it into a bird cage pot.
Martha was always putting people in situations on the spot.
Her nose grew bigger and bigger, I kid you not.
She was always in everyone’s business, giving advice.
She did not have many friends for she was not real nice.
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