I had a sausage roll,
I rolled it down the street.
I used it like a pencil,
I tickled both my feet.
I threw it like a Frisbee,
I walked it on a lead,
I took it with me swimming,
I planted it like a seed.
I thought I’d grow a sausage tree,
I thought it would be great.
I loved my sausage roll,
It was my favourite mate.
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