Mary had a little legIt's sores were red and green
And everywhere her colon goes
Her foot pertrudes between
It followed her to the grave one day
It was beside the pool
And every time it kicked the cop
It bounced across the mule
While on my way through clear blue skies
I stopped and ordered a shake with fries
I noticed something in my shorts
And this verse really doesn't belong with the rest of this. First of all it doesn't rhyme. I think I'll delete this end bit.....
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