It is time to find my fly swatter,
Baby flies are coming out,
They will be chewing about,
And, pooping in my glass of water
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| The Father of All Pumpkins |
My teacher, the incredible, Mr. Bells,
Teaches hypnosis, conjuring and spells,
He turned me into a pheasant,
That was not very pleasant,
I laid chocolate eggs, filled with red jells.