Well, it's leaping lizards
And chicken gizzards
In my left over stew
Oh my, what am i to do? ? ?
The chicken gizzard's are tough
The chewing is rough!
The chameleon's have again changed hue
Oh, what am i, to do, with this left over stew? ? ?
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Oh by the way, the chameleon has a name. Anybody who wants to know the name, write me and ask. She changes her colours as often as she does her underwear...and she is filled to the gall with bitter bile!