The neurons heartily bounce
With a simple nod from the north star,
The kernel would readily leap uphill
Or resolutely jump downhill
Unafraid of any sort of peril
For having found the desired counsel,
The voyager would keep looking wishfully
And would continue travelling perpetually,
A twinkle from the beguiling chamomile
Is an enticing velvety bar of Bournville.
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