silly summer
i wake up and eat ice cream
suddenly i rise with scream
there was a nasty booger inside
then i went out in the yard
to try some sun tart
there was a sharp thing
that meet with my feet
i went back in the house
all pain and a frown
i sit on the my bed
i grab my tab
there was a crab
now that all burned my holiday
now its time to go in farm hay
its time to organize my day
now its end of holiday
time to catch the prey
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