There was a missing ted,
Away from one ducks bed,
The duck told the police,
But they were having a feast.
There was a piece of missing meat,
In the police's feast,
They told the minister of peace,
While he was making bread with yeast.
There was a missing egg,
Inside the massive ted,
They told the child crying,
About the ted he was lying.
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