Twinkie
I have a little goldfish,
That wants me to scratch his belly.
I scratch it and his tail starts moving,
Just like a jar of grape jelly.
My little goldfish is always hungry,
But is as fat and as long as can be.
He’s a goldfish with an attitude,
And his name is Twinkie.
When I have to change that water,
And he gets put into another bowl.
Ho goes to the bottom and pouts at me,
And he gives me a fin so cold.
Spoiled is my goldfish,
And Twinkie is his name.
But without his little attitude,
Our house wouldn’t be the same.
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