Mommy, 'at school today
and the nuns ask me to hold these two stones
and roll them around in my mouth, like this, see.
They said if i moved the stick back and forth like this
that it would make fire and you see it grow bright, right?
Plus, i felt the heat from it too.
Why they clean me, like you clean the dog,
i don't know, do you know why? i get good grades!
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