Bendy and his friend were on the roof,
Relieving their very full bladders,
Their behaviour is quite uncouth,
They ought to learn some manners.
A tinkling sound this all makes,
It sounds like raining but it's not,
If you go outside you'll see two snakes,
Straining to empty the lot.
If it drops to ten below,
Then things get rather tough.
Now their output falls as snow,
And you mustn't eat the yellow stuff.
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