I asked my sister
On the fourth of July
Don't be your mother
Please! Just! Die!
  
Don't hang around
For forty-five years
Crying " I'm dying"
And then still be here
  
Don't be a redhead
Don't be a *****
If cancer has killed you
Then run to the switch
  
Not funny nor odd
Nor even queer
She did me that favor
In one simple year
  
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