Mister Mabill recovered again,
then he saw a stupid hen,
he said he would not go back,
otherwise he would crack,
so the hill cam to him,
after a quick trim,
the hill crushed mister Mabill,
the pain started to kill,
his arms fell off,
then he got a nasty cough,
his knees came out of his socket,
something then bit him in his pocket,
his neck disconnected,
he got highly infected,
he died again,
him and the stupid hen.
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