
Sing a song of sickness
a pocket full of yuck
Four and twenty weird thoughts
hidden in a schmuck
When the schmuck was questioned
his mind then came unglued
Quacking like a magpie
and being kinda rude
I sent him in for therapy
hoping for to find
Any sense of reason
on how he lost his mind
It was soon discovered
it wasn't lost at all
Before a tragic accident
his psyche took a fall
One day as he lay standing
his logic blew a seal
Slipping on a fruity frock
a tossed banana peel
His mind is now unbalanced
... confabulating garble
Banging off its corridors
one lonesome little marble
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