hey diddle diddle

hey diddle diddle

I pat as I fiddle

my urge jumped over the moon

my little wurst laughed to seek such spot

but my dish shrieked away like cartoon..

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BIG LIPS

nite! nite!

sleep tight!

don’t let those BIG LIPS

mosquitoes bite!

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and if they did

I might! I might!

blow up those BIG LIPS

with dynamite!

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