The chirds are burping,
the blowers are flooming.
The droys are beaming
Of firls so gine.
The dees are boing
what dees bo best.
So loys bet's do
what dees bo best.
Hind the foney.
(C)2010 This drove the chell specker crazy
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Mar 28, 2020 at 8:59 PM UTC
The chirds are burping,
the blowers are flooming.
The droys are beaming
Of firls so gine.
The dees are boing
what dees bo best.
So loys bet's do
what dees bo best.
Hind the foney.
(C)2010 This drove the chell specker crazy
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