Aaaacho!
Let me sneeze
Without a squeeze
I have eaten cheese
Pasted on peas
When feeling the breeze
Cough! cough!
I have a cold
That's not bold
Nor needs a nod
I lost my Chord
Not the code
I can add
Mmmmh!
Let me warm
Together with mom
She has cooked a yam
Not what i am
It grew near a dam
That's our farm
Aaaah!
I slept on the seater
I had a sweater
The yam was sweater
It had many eaters
Because its not bitter
That's a detour
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