

Hear the rumble,
feel the ground crumble,
as the monster truck comes by.
It is so big,
a giganic rig,
almost touching the sky.
It wants to say,
it's a special day,
as it spins a wheel.
Off it goes,
and the horn blows,
"Happy Birthday Will!"



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Hear the rumble, feel the ground crumble, as the monster truck comes by.
It is so big, a giganic rig, almost touching the sky.
It wants to say, it's a special day, as it spins a wheel.
Off it goes, and the horn blows, "Happy Birthday Will!"
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