Ivy is green and the sun is yellow, I wish I had me a nice fellow.
To the light of day and the darkest of night.Why do you always want to fight?
I went up the hill and dropped my pail, you tumbled after with mean things to say.Your dumber than a box of rocks and a bail of hay.
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Author:
TDunn3 (
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- Category: Humor
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