The straw that broke the camel's back,
Was the straw that broke us all.
The needle in the haystack,
Caused the whole haystack to fall.
The itsy bitsy spider was washed down by the rain.
That spider had a temper, and she never tried again.
Little boy blue wasn't really blue at all.
He was the deepest shade of green, and was, in fact, very tall.
Mother goose wasn't a goose, she was a duck in good disguise.
With my imagination loose,
You let me purchase all your lies.
Now I know the truth,
And I'll discover more lies soon.
Because I know, for a fact,
The knife ran away with the spoon.
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