The Human Torch
I am the Human Torch
I love to sit on my porch
I was born in 1939
I enjoy making vines
That is what I do in my free time
Most of them are about limes
That is why I am famous
On the Gram
I also enjoy eating clams
And my friend says bam
So I told him to scram
He threw out his shoe
So i blew
The fire from the torch
From my porch
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