To Girl Scouts
Girl Scouts must be taken down
They knock on doors, Three Doors Down
Planned Parenthood they are minions of
Conspiracies and collusions with little love
This heroic couplets make no sense
If Girl Scouts continue to make some cents
I must break free of their hold
And shape my own Brownie mold.
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