I once had a worm,
The vet gave me some medicine,
It made my tummy turn,
But it helped my intestine.
The worm gave me an itchy bum,
I scratched it on the floor,
I scratched it on my owner's thumb,
He kicked me out the door.
The medicine began to take effect,
I had no need to be scratched,
The vet had been correct,
The worm was now dispatched.
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