Humpty Dumpty
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
Humpty Dumpty had a big fall.
All the king’s horses and all the king’s men,
Couldn’t put Humpty together again.
For dear ol’ Humpty was not an egg,
And all he could’ve shattered was probably a leg.
No shell or yolk,
Could’ve come from this bloke.
No eggs are referred,
Yet its still prefered,
The thought of this poor man,
Breaking, like a poorly made fan.
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