Od'e to a Jellybean.
Oh sweet Jellybean,
The one I found.
Upon my Knee.
And even though,
You weren't that clean.
I could see that,
You were green.
So I wondered,
How it could be.
That you got,
Behind that tree.
I thought of you,
Upon my knee.
I looked around,
For who could see.
I wiped you off,
Then you gleamed.
MMMM!
Good Jellybean.
G.S. / 90
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